As we’ve been working through the animals in my backyard lately (and insects too), I thought I’d share The Singer with you. He likes to sit in the corner of my fence, puff out his chest, and give that opera-diva look.
A good throat stretch gets the muscles ready to belt out his tune.
And out come the first notes of his song.
Before I know it, he’s singing so loud I keep thinking he should be a much bigger bird. Good thing he can carry a tune, and then some. Otherwise, I’d need to seriously consider investing in earplugs.
Happy Friday everyone!