Dear friends, It is a glorious sunny morning, and my world is alive with birdsong. I’m sitting in the park, bathing in sounds of soft fluttering wings; tuning into all the different voices circling through the air and dancing in the tree branches above me. Some voices are intricate and melodic. Other voices are bright and cheerful. Others are high pitched and shrill. Somewhere behind me I hear the sharp, raucous squawking of the Hadeda “
Bird language
Bird language
Bird language
Dear friends, It is a glorious sunny morning, and my world is alive with birdsong. I’m sitting in the park, bathing in sounds of soft fluttering wings; tuning into all the different voices circling through the air and dancing in the tree branches above me. Some voices are intricate and melodic. Other voices are bright and cheerful. Others are high pitched and shrill. Somewhere behind me I hear the sharp, raucous squawking of the Hadeda “