[echoing bird]
brrrr-eet, brrrr-eet, brrrr-eetphewit, phewit, phewit
cheep, cheeeeeep
arrrat, arrrat, arrrat
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
peace, peace, peace
here, hear
a heart, a heart, a heart
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On my Medicine Walk the mountain is filled with the ecstasy of bird song. The sky is covered with smoky clouds in varying shades - white to silver to pewter to slate to charcoal. The ground is still moist from Saturday's rain. Tiny yellow wild flowers on thin sage green stalks line the trail and even the cactus blooms.
One bird sings as I walk - first above me, then behind, then ahead up in front. Above, behind, ahead -repeatedly - till finally I listen.
Then he flies below and away, down the south face of the canyon.
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The ancient brain knows a predator lurks when the birds are quiet. This is how I know my heart is safe - the birds are singing.
