A Lush Thrush

( The Thrush is a small forest bird. Thrush are known for their beautiful song)

I rent an apartment on a property that I have nicknamed 'Coleman Forest' after my Landlord's Name. It has a Pennsylvania-like density of trees that loom neck bending high above the house. It was originally an over 100 year old Deer hunting lodge that has been added to a few times over. This Spring ..for the first time in my 46 years on this earthen sod, the appreciation of hearing birds singing has finally come for me. This Morning I am recently again in child-like wonder as they sing in mighty chorus full in their purpose with an added interpretive dance within the trees. No, Not a small enemic choir....but a very Lush Thrush. A sweet sounding creation groan proclaiming of our Creator Redeemer who lived, lives and will come again..little levitical priests calling for me too to come and worship.
I have all my life lived in true New York suburbia.. once in a while you heard A SINGLE bird or on few occassions from the distant poles a few seperate calls.... singular birds waiting for the other few to respond. That was nice I thought for a NY microsecond and went on my way. I only recall a few times ever taking note of anything more, though on various Tropical Trips to other climates..different forests, different sounds...but they were far too loud and almost demanding in their blaring declarations and not very sweet at all.

When I was woken up by my new winged friends today delightfully playfully audibly through the panes of the glass. I with cartoon joy waaay too nerdy like don't ever tell anybody leaped to action as if Disney's Snow White had just been greeted by the forest itself. I Thru open the 'sash' as the petite marvels seemingly called me to be heard and joined .... my cat and I marveled together in the symphonic drop draw concert that I was blessed to overhear as they sang for another above but I think SHE heard the sound of dinner .