Last night there was a wonderful full moon. The spring peepers were out making their chirping sounds as the wind gently rustled through the leaves on the trees.
The spring peepers are the first harbingers of spring, along with the greening of the marsh, the budding of the trees, the blooming of wisteria, azaleas, and Confederate jessamine.
But last night, I heard one of the most haunting sounds for me. It was Chuck Will's Widow calling over and over in a repetitive song. For me, this night bird brings back memories of misty fields of hay at dusk, being called in for dinner and school books, sitting on the porch listening to soft music and soft voices, and smelling freshly mowed grass. The melancholy sound is relaxing, lulling me to relax on this peaceful and calm night. Listen to them calling now.
I wonder whether the kids with IPods hear any of these sounds. I wonder whether the bird populations will sustain as more land becomes developed, making habitat and food become scarce. I think how grateful I am to have these birds calling and telling me that spring has arrived.