Communications of Birds

Those birds we couldn't see the other night, and their spooky night sounds. I was thinking of them.

When I woke up yesterday morning, there was a cacophony of birdsound coming from the tree out the front. Parrots probably. They were squawking a 6.45am chorus, but the significance eluded me. They stopped and the pigeons began their croo-crooing. Simple, but I didn't get that either.

I turned on the radio. A very old song was playing on the ABC- The Bluebird of Happiness.

" Just remember this, life is no abyss, somewhere there's a Bluebird of Happiness."

Can you believe it? It isn't just bird song I don't understand.