I find their music especially suited to the mild evenings of early spring. It is the aural counterpart of the soft air and the varried colors of the blossoms, of new growth and the subtle scent of freshly watered grass. As I watched this bird against the pale sky, it sudddenly took wing and flew a few dozen yards to the top of a pine tree which still caught the last rays of the setting sun. After a few more bars of music, it flew away through the screen of trees to the north. I was left to await moonrise with only the empty sky and the faint croaking of distant frogs.
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I find their music especially suited to the mild evenings of early spring. It is the aural counterpart of the soft air and the varried colors of the blossoms, of new growth and the subtle scent of freshly watered grass. As I watched this bird against the pale sky, it sudddenly took wing and flew a few dozen yards to the top of a pine tree which still caught the last rays of the setting sun. After a few more bars of music, it flew away through the screen of trees to the north. I was left to await moonrise with only the empty sky and the faint croaking of distant frogs.
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