B E B E R E

Last night, heard a familiar song for the first time in a while. Searched a bit, but couldn't actually pinpoint the singer.



He was somewhere up in the maple tree.

Had seen Mr. Redbreast around recently*, but he was always silent.

Standing under the trees in the chilly air, listening to his debut for the season, I felt this odd thrill. If my German were better and I could be transported back about 200 years, I'd have written an ode or something.

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*Do they hang around here in the winter? I don't think so. Don't remember ever seeing any in the neighborhood before about April, anyway.