Before the day breaks over
the black silhouette of Sulphur Peak,
the Mourning Doves moan
from dreams and the quail beckon
broods with marching songs, while
Roadrunners call long distance—
rehearsing harmonies
humanity would do well
to learn and listen to.
drycrikjournal 
At this time of year, I enjoy waking to the bird sounds just before dawn. Oddly enough, once I’m out of bed, they go quiet. Could they know?
Thank you, John
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Those tiny bird brains know more than we think, perhaps think more than we know.
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Too busy consuming, being distracted and feeling empty…..and so the shouting is all we hear.
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Right you are JEG! A person has to rise early before the rest of the world wakes up.
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