Just as all Eastern Bluebirds will always belong to my dad, the Tufted Titmouse is your bird. Ever since that day when we stood in the driveway listening to a whistle off in the horse pasture and debating, Northern Cardinal or Tufted Titmouse, it has been your bird.
We had a fine time talking and waiting and wishing it would show itself. I would know today which bird it was. Practice, practice, practice. However, that day neither of us was sure until the little grey ghost came out of hiding and sang right at us. Titmouse, sure as sunrise.
I have always since then associated the bird with our friendship. Spring is hard upon us now with all the little birds thinking about matching up and making more little birds. I hear titmice all day long. At least a half a dozen of them are hanging around the house and more up in the fields.
Thus there are many reminders every day and I shall treasure all of them. I will think of you whenever I hear your bird.
from Northview Diary http://ift.tt/2lT23Gy
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