I went to the library last Friday in spite of the gloomy forecast. Very Good Jeeves was waiting for me. (All you Wodehouse fans will understand.)
It was a shivery, raw day with freezing rain and sleet spitting from a sullen sky. Walking was treacherous and my head was down, eyes fixed on the icy sidewalk.
I stopped and searched the bare winter trees that lined the walk to the library. I couldn’t see them anywhere.
But, oh, I could hear them!
They were tucked away somewhere – perhaps hidden beneath the eaves of the old brick buildings nearby or huddled deep within the branches of the juniper bushes by the entrance to the library.
I stood in the cold waves of sleet-filled rain beneath the leaden sky and I listened.
And I was warmed.
Alice E. Ball- A Year With Birds
Bird illustrations – Richard Bell