My Private Concert

Last night I heard a moving story on National Public Radio (NPR) about a man who lived in an oppressed society.  When the rebels over-threw  his government, they outlawed all types of music. This man was bereft at the thought of existing in a world without music, and he didn't think he could survive it.

His solution was brilliant! He immediately went to the market and bought birds, and released them inside his house. In the midst of turmoil, he was willing to spend what precious money he had, and to hide them, and to clean up after them, rather than to live without their song.

I met the little guy above in a nature preserve. I had walked the trails all morning and decided to sit and rest for a minute in one of the preserve's stations. No sooner had I settled in than this bird perched about three feet away and began to sing his heart out.  You can almost hear him, can't you?

Without buying a single ticket, I had been given a private serenade. The music of the birds is free to everyman and it makes the world a better place. I would love to see your depiction of the beauty and the music that birds bring the world. And today, and always, as Victor Hugo said:

"Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her Still she sings away always, knowing that she has wings."

Today, register the beauty and grow your wings!