Armed with binoculars, bird book, and anticipation, Nilla and I Tiptoed through the Muddy Creek Greenway, our ears thirsty funnels for the spills of Trills and Warbly Tunes.
Our beloved Muddy Creek Greenway is one of nature’s abundant aviaries in which a deciduous forest lines a stream ( this one esoterically named Muddy Creek) and butts up against a pasture, creating the perfect home for permanent residents or hostel for our transitory migrants–the tiny warblers.
Nilla and I crept stealThily, suddenly sTopping and poinTing in the direction of: “Tea Kettle, Tea Kettle, Tea Kettle” of the bumpTious Carolina Wren or the “PeTer, PeTer, PeTer of the Tufted Titmouse (top picture), or the announcemenT of the ConfidenT Towhee that it is time to “Drink you Teaeaeaeaeaea. . . . . . .”: Hear long and drawn out warbly TEA . . . . . .
I am so graTeful for This Time with sweeT Nilla and sharing parTs of our highesT naTures Together. IT was Precious Time AnTicipating Thrilling Trills Together– Tiny Treats, connecTing through SpiriT, both inside and ouTside of Time.
I am graTeful for Time with Nilla.