Each bird loves to hear himself sing.
American Indian Proverb, Arapaho
There is nothing more pleasant on the ears than the song of birds. When the weather was warm this summer, I would sleep on the sun porch just so I could hear them sing their first morning song. The couch was small and uncomfortable, but that didn't matter because the song made up for the sore neck and cramped legs.
Now that it is colder, the birds have stopped singing. The carefree days of summer have long since past and the birds are too busy to sing. For how can one sing, when food becomes scarce and the trees bare. There will be time for singing later, survival is the priority today.
So take care my friends and be sure to visit. My feeders are full, my water thawed, I have plenty of weeds in my neglected back yard. It's the least I can do to help you out, just in case you had any doubt. Just be sure you greet me this spring with your song.
Until then, I will settle for You Tube