I have not heard a Hermit Thrush since my beloved kitty, Sir Edmund, died 2 years ago. It was such a magical evening: his song echoing through the tall pines, sunset pinks and golds mirrored on the river, shining through the trees. My grandson placing Eddy's body in a basket at the foot of two ancient oak-sisters.
Have not heard the Hermit Thrush since then...until this morning! His song carrying me from dreaming to waking. Joyful awareness dawning. Harbinger of transformation.
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