I enjoy listening to music on my ipod sometimes when I’m outside, but not much and not for long. Most of the time lately I’ve been letting the birds provide the music.

They’re happy to oblige.

If I want lyrics, I have to provide them.

When I went out to do chores this morning before leaving for the market, the sky was just beginning to brighten with dawn.  The full moon was hanging low in the western sky, shining brightly, while in the east the morning star held on defiantly.  And the air was filled with a symphony of birdsongs, punctuated by a mourning dove and rooster crows.

It rang like jazz and like Motown.