The warm spring air is filled with birdsong. I turn off my Walkman to listen. Meadowlark song leader Jeduthun* has returned to our field with his yellow-vested V-team. His arrival is nearly two weeks earlier than his first appearance last spring. Also browsing secure breeding turf and seed supply are killdeer and robins, who join the chorus. House finches twitter musically in the bushes, and flickers are everywhere. It’s really, really spring, the sun is shining, and the air is still. Except for the distant sound of bulldozers working at the landfill, we could be on an uninhabited planet of birds, their songs giving thanks and praise to the Lord.
(*See 1 Chronicles 25:3 for why I call him this.)