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  • It has rained.

    It has rained for days, and days ... and days ..... not continual rain, but for what seems like months now, there hasn't been a day pass when it hasn't rained at some point. In fact, some chap in the village called Noah is talking about building a boat!

    Opposite my cottage is a huge hedge, it's almost as tall as the cottage, and I'm sure half the birds in Norfolk are living in it. At least, that is what is sounds like at 5 am!

    The morning chorus is filled with their chirping, singing, whooping, whistling, cawing and cooing. Sparrows and Siskins mainly, plus Magpies squawking, Pigeons cooing, friendly Blackbirds singing their beautiful song. The Swallows and Swifts make no noise as they gather their breakfast.

    I do not need an alarm clock as the birds tell me when it is time to wake up. Neither do I need to see a weather forecast as they tell me what the weather will be. Nor do I need to know when a cat is prowling!

    When the birds know it is going to be a bright, sunny day, they all sing their hearts out, right in front of my window. It sounds like a thousand birds are singing "Come on Steve, get up, the sun is already up, start the day with us". It is a beautiful cacophony.

    When the day is wet and gloomy, fewer of them sing, they chant, "No hurry Steve, stay in bed a little longer, but don't forget your brolly when you go out". Their song is hushed and subdued, muted.

    When it rains hard, there is little singing. "Stay out of the rain Steve, we'll chat tomorrow"

    Lest weekend, the weather couldn't make it's mind up, and even the birds were confused. There was a half hearted twittering, an undecided chatter. There would be a burst of song, followed by silence.

    The rain fell short and hard, but in the breaks between downpours, the the sun shone through. The birds scampered and dashed about to avoid the rain. They took every opportunity to get food or collect more nest lining.

    During a lull in the rain, this little chap jumped in a puddle between my cottage and his hedge. He splashed himself down, looked at me and said, "C'mon Steve, don't dally, the day is wasting, make the most of the sun while it is here".

    Isn't that a metaphor for life?

    Birds, what do they konw?
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