THAT SINGING'S SO PRETTY

I thought I was running out of pages and needed to get a new notebook. But it seemed God put a stop to it. Wait, He seemed to remind me. Didn't I have a lot of pages I'd left blank for pictures I'd wanted to draw when the ideas had occurred to me? Go and draw them now, seemed to be the suggestion.

Now? Now.

Okee...I turned back to the first blank page. Oh THAT. Yes. I started drawing, remembering the myriad of things that happened, I'll relate just a little. My many critter friends at the park had come out to meet my sister--Peter the Kawasemi, Alabaster the Egret, Junior the Mallard, Slit and Bubbles the Carp, Inchy the you-can-guess-what-kind-of-worm, and the last one, I didn't actually draw.

I told my sister about them. I'd been standing at the creek listening to the pristine singing of some of the little birds of the forest that day, and lifting my face to the trees, I'd said, "That's so pretty! Keep singing!"

Little did I know there were crows in the shades of the branches I faced, who answered my request with loud, enthusiastic caws, completely muffling out the song of the smaller birds!

Oh well, I said to myself, I'd pretend to be a mother crow who'd just been through hours of nursing a sickly chick who was so weak he could not emit a sound and would be overjoyed to hear him finally caw. Yes, I guess that sound would be the most beautiful music in all the world to that mother crow. Keep singing, pretty crows!