Birds and Memories
Whenever I hear the mourning dove,
I think of my Grandma Dorothy. She lived out in the country in north western Minnesota and I always remember that sound and the feeling of being there when I hear these birds. There is something very restful about it. It was pretty quiet there except for the occasional sound of a car going by on the county road nearby. Some people can even make the mourning dove sound by putting their hands together and blowing a certain way. My Dad and brother Chad could do that. And even though I tried, I never was able to make it convincing.
Another one that takes me back is the meadowlark.
As a child, we lived on the outside edge of a small town. At that time it was next to a field and I would hear them a lot. I remember them sitting on a post and to me it meant summer. They are also the North Dakota's state bird so they were plentiful. We spent much of our time playing outdoors and they were pretty much a part of our canvas growing up.
Now when I walk Gracie in the mornings, I hear them. And it just brings back memories. That's a good thing. And I still like birds. Our days would be too silent without their song.
I think of my Grandma Dorothy. She lived out in the country in north western Minnesota and I always remember that sound and the feeling of being there when I hear these birds. There is something very restful about it. It was pretty quiet there except for the occasional sound of a car going by on the county road nearby. Some people can even make the mourning dove sound by putting their hands together and blowing a certain way. My Dad and brother Chad could do that. And even though I tried, I never was able to make it convincing. Another one that takes me back is the meadowlark.
As a child, we lived on the outside edge of a small town. At that time it was next to a field and I would hear them a lot. I remember them sitting on a post and to me it meant summer. They are also the North Dakota's state bird so they were plentiful. We spent much of our time playing outdoors and they were pretty much a part of our canvas growing up. Now when I walk Gracie in the mornings, I hear them. And it just brings back memories. That's a good thing. And I still like birds. Our days would be too silent without their song.
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