ALL BECAUSE OF A SONG

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ALL BECAUSE OF A SONG

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The power of song

Should not be doubted

No matter how small the singer

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Gone was yestedays sun and with it the blue sky, swooping swallows and daintily painted butterflies. As the sun had dissapeared it seemed to have taken with it the first throws of summer. The flowers that had filled hedgerows and dykes for a few weeks had now almost dissapeared, to be replaced by a vibrant green growth that seemed to be everywhere. Hanging over pathways, filling the woodland floor and carpeting the roadsides, nettles, grasses and brambles had taken over. The wind the previous night and the rain that had accompnied it had wrought a change upon the landscape.

The tall oak and ash that now towered above my pathway made the woodland floor beneath them, no longer serene and comforting without its dappled shade of yesterday. The leaves turning upwards as they swayed to the tune of Mother Nature. The undersides of the canopy looking silver as the wind tugged at their branches and each gust brought down a cascade of silver raindrops. The already damp ground greeted their arrival with a silence that seemed to have settled over the wood. The path before me was coated with a procession of slugs and snails, the spiral shells of the latter befiiting any gem collection. I stepped carefully among them, trying desperatley not to be their execuitioner. Also I did not want to break the silence that seemed to have penetrated not onlt the trees but, me as well. I continued, hoping to hear a robin, a chaffinch, something other than my footfalls and rustling raincoat.

As I turned a corner I had my wish and the spell was immediatley broken. a jay left whatever buisness it was up to, and called angrily as it took to the air. You don’t get a second chance with a jay Off it went deep into the trees calling loudly, announcing to everything there was a stanger in the vicinity. How apt then the Gaelic name for a jay shreachoy choille (screamer of the woods) As the jays cries drifted off into the dense tangle of trees, I began to notice birdsong which had been absent until now. Turning the corner had somehow made things change. Now from both sides of the path came sounds I knew. Like a child eagerlly tearing away layers of wrapping paper. I rushed to identify the jumbled songs that cascaded down to me. The incessant calling of blue and great tits called from the branches above my head. Down in the brambles beneath an oak a willow warbler sang sweetly. Somewhere in the distance a cuckoos call reasonated throughout the wood. Chaffinches too could be heard a repeated cheep on another day I may have ignored. One song though, stood out from all the others and as I searched eargerly for its source. A confused jumble of notes put out in such a hurry and then quickly repeated. A soft beautiful voice if only it would slow down. It seemed as though the bird was racing against time, perhaps before the rain returned, or the next angry jay passed by. As I looked for this little bird I stood and listened, amazed at the repotoirre that was sent forth. I spied it not 10 yards distant perched upon the thinnest of twigs where the sun had now penetrated, the wind too had now gone and in celebration the Blackcap was singing. It was a male, the obvious blackcap it wore a testament to this (the females sports a rusty red cap). I continued to watch as he lustily sent forth his collection of sweet, if rushed notes. Between each song the small bird hardly paused and with his head held high the song soon became a continual ballad. Easy to see how it had gained the name of mock nightingale.

As I entered the woods not half an hour since it seemed summer had gone for the day. The blackcap though with its song had forced the sun to shine and the rain clouds to leave with the wind. Summer had returned and all because of a song.

Comments

15 Aug, 2010
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aster said:

I felt as though I was with you there Gqu :) Could almost smell the damp ground under the trees.
How many people rush around and miss out on such simple pleasures,thank you :)

15 Aug, 2010
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sixpence said:

Beautifully put together

16 Aug, 2010
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jane said:

I agree with both...thank you for sharing your journey.....

16 Aug, 2010
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janette said:

Beautiful blog ......

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