Dickcissel

May 29, 2016

I grew up on a farm in southern Michigan. On the south east corner of our property there was a small crab apple tree. Year after year I would listen to a Dickcissel sing its song from the top of that tree. Every year it would return and brighten my day with it's song. I have always wondered how many years that Dickcissel returned after I moved away. 

Last Friday as I was driving down a country road in southern Ingham County I heard a familiar bird song outside my window. I stopped the car and listened for a while. There in the top of a small pine tree was a tiny bird with it's head thrown back singing as loudly as it possibly could, dick, dick, cis, cis, cis.. I knew that this was not the same bird that I used to listen to years ago but it thrilled my heart to hear it sing. It brightened my day with it's song.

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