There’s a home for every creature under the sun
Mouth agape, looking up, I exclaimed to my husband, “Listen to that!”
One day early spring, we were working at buttoning up our sap season then and spending one of the last afternoons in the woods — the sun winking between sparse clouds, promising warmer days ahead. Breezeless, the woods was tranquil yet the birds in the trees were going crazy — singing up a storm like they were holding a concert just for us.






