This actually happened yesterday (I am sure, only becuase I took notes immediately after):
I am sitting in Dad’s chair thinking about it all. I can hear in the distance sounds of traffic and near me a clock ticking and the sound of the refrigerator compressor. More traffic. Suddenly, all of those sounds and more, everything, is beginning to grow softer. The volume is fading. All of those sounds are getting fainter, but I do not know what is about to happen. Something, it seems, is about to change. It is in the air.
I can hear the call of one songbird, only that sound and only once. And now the other sounds are fading back in.
I have no way of knowing, of course, but I believe that it was a song of gratitude, that the bird was saying thank you for something.
Here it is, captured in this morning’s light:
A couple of nights ago, I had hung the “suet” in its little cage, and I have been casually watching since. I swear that the songbird’s call is clearer, somehow, but whether in response to my gift or not, I have no idea.
I wrestled, briefly (and won btw), in a match with these:
I decided on the Birdwatcher’s Blend, with no pretense, and I imagine that it will be attractive to that squirrel too.