Birds Chirping :)

Here comes the birdsong, the laughter of our winged friends. I listen to the melody - rising, swooping, resting, just as birds do. Every movement that is so natural to them is reflected in their tune, the way they turn their heads with gentle precision, hop upon branches and dive into the garden air. It is their orchestra and opera, a salutation from above as we naked bipeds walk below.

By Angela Abraham