Though through starlight
Silence is heard
The sound of the stars
Carry through the birds
When daylight breaks
And the chorus sings
Listen to the birdsong
And feel the magic it brings
Though through starlight
Silence is heard
The sound of the stars
Carry through the birds
When daylight breaks
And the chorus sings
Listen to the birdsong
And feel the magic it brings
The Mansionic Perspective 
I couldn’t be without my beloved birds who return every year to have babies and say hello! Each year they get a little braver. Such a thrill to be close to them and they are magic! Funny, I was just at a store getting some plants and in the corner they had racks of peeping baby chicks. Oh so incredibly cute! Back home in quarantine again 😦 Hope it all ends soon…Love your picture TL..
VK
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Thanks, VK. I love it when the birds (and other creatures) come over to say hello. It’s a pity they can’t trust us, but they are very wise!
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Is this your work? Beautiful.
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Both are Cheryl. Thank you.
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Lovely, very pretty.
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Thank you once again. 🙂
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There is something magical about the first bird song of the morning. I still miss by little cockerel – not exactly a song, but a wonderful herald to the day (not sure the neighbours felt the same).
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I don’t hear cockerels here, Chris, but I don’t think I’d mind if I did.
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Nothing better early on a sunny summer morning 🙂
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🐓🙂
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