I love the re-birth that happens on our hill every year.
The songbirds are starting to come back after two years of decline.
Every spring, our yellow Labrador sheds her beautiful winter coat.
We brush her in the evenings and leave the hair out on the bushes.
The birds then come and take it to build their nests.
You can spot the nests in the green canopy by the yellow fluff.
The joy it gives this dog is amazing, that the bird babies have
a soft bed because of her. She is so gentle natured.
In honor of spring and the songbird’s return, I am reposting this poem.
The Little House That Sways In The Wind
I know you don't know me but I am your friend
I live behind your house,
In the little house that sways in the wind.
I remember the day when you first came to stay
At the house on the corner of fifteenth and main.
I sang you my song and fluffed up my fluff
To show you I’m little but I’m very tough.
I know you don't know me but I am your friend
I live in the little house that sways in the wind.
I watched as you played when the weather was nice
And as the snow covered the ground once or twice.
I laughed as you ran like a cat from the rain
And was sad when you fell, crying in pain.
I know you don't know me but I am your friend
I live in the little house that sways in the wind.
I see you each day that you set off to school
And welcome you back in the mid-afternoon.
I look for you putting the seed out to share
And sing my song clearly so you’ll know I’m there.
I know you don't know me but I am your friend
I live behind your house,
In the little house that sways in the wind.
