When birds sing

I live in a place called Chateauguay just outside of Montreal, where I still have the privilege of hearing many different birds sing. When we travel to the country, we even hear more bird songs that are so lovely, so unique and well put together.

When birds sing, I find out they are not trying to sing in unison. They can actually get quite noisy with each one singing its unique tune in its own voice. They also seem not to care how good or bad they sound. What seems to matter to them is that they project their voice and add it to the cacophony of sounds. It is as though they are saying “this is who I am, therefore this is what I am giving to the world and I don’t care who doesn’t like it. It is who I am, it is who I will be, it is what I have to give and I will give it.”

When birds sing, they seem to do it in total abandon, not caring much who is disturbed. They sing like they own the world. There is a naturalness about it that just makes it beautiful.

When birds sing, we should pay attention. Maybe they are trying to tell us something.

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