This is the time of spring bird migration. It is a season filled with excitement,as many birds are returning to their northern nesting grounds.
I will be sharing some of the many birds I get to see.
Today instead of my commentary, I am also sharing a poem written by someone else. I may have shared it before, but it bears repeating.
Am I wrong to be always so happy?
|Tundra Swans at the edge of the ice.|
This world is full of grief;
Yet there is laughter of sunshine,
to see the crisp green on the leaf,
|Swans on the ice and a bald Eagle overhead.|
Daylight is ringing with song-birds,
and brooklets are crooning at night;
And why should I make a shadow when God makes all so bright?
|Immature Bald Eagle|
Earth may be wicked and weary,
yet cannot I help being glad!
There is sunshine without and within me,
|Canada Geese in flight.|
and how should I mope or be sad?
God would not flood me with blessings,
meaning for me only to pine
|A majestic Bald Eagle.|
Amid all the bounties and beauties he pours upon me and mine;
Therefore I will be grateful, and therefore will I rejoice;
My heart is singing within me; sing on, O heart and voice.