Sunday, October 20, 2013

My Beloved Swainson's Thrush


The best aspect of today was the sense that I will get better and go for more long walks. I am waiting for one more appointment with the physiotherapist to discuss resuming exercise and walking, but I am hopeful — if I start moderately. When I do, I will go to the park to hear the song of a Swainson's Thrush. It is my favourite birdsong here in southwestern BC. It is the song of my years on the mountains and in the parks. It is our nightingale.

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