When I arrived home from work Monday evening, these three beauties were waiting in the field to greet me. Don't tell anyone though. Spring gobbler season is only a couple of weeks away...
At first glance, this morning was dismal. Clouds, fog, light rain....the only saving grace was that it wasn't cold. Just chilly.
As I stepped out onto the porch, coffee in hand, I sighed and wondered when my beloved sunshine would decide to make another appearance. Just as I was melting into a pity pile, I heard something that immediately turned my day around. Birds.
To my left, I could hear a gobbler gobbling. Most likely coming off of the roost to begin his day. To my right, a whippoorwill returned the greeting. Most likely heading to bed after completing his nocturnal rounds. Never before have I encountered this sort of bird duet! Completing the serenade were the hundreds of small birds chirping in the trees between the two soloists. The chorus, if you will!
God certainly had a message for me this morning. I believe he was telling me to get out there and make it a good one. So that's what I did.
I haven't been disappointed!