"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
And then in the moonlight the nightingale sang.
That the other birds stopped their chatter so there was only the one singer to be heard suggests this particular bird in that place and time was a bit special.Had something to say worth listening to as it were.
When we were children my mother would get us out of bed and take us outside to hear the nightingales. The nightingale has always been special for me.
Thanks Rachel. My mother was obsessed with yellowhammers. I think I'll put up a video of my favourite songbird. It's not a yellowhammer, so you may wonder what it is . . . but not for long.
Interesting piece, well done.
For the record it was a Scottish bird. A lone piper you might say.
__Day closes; this honor by silent birds; piper's solo.Nice_!
the lone piper on the last post and the sun blood redthanks Magyar!
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