We were talking about the birds singing on the way to nursery the other morning. Walking to school, or nursey in this case, is really cool. I like it a lot and gives us a chance to chat about this kind of thing. M is beginning to differentiate between the calls and songs of birds and BB is noticing the different kinds. I love seeing them notice the various sides of the natural world and birdsong is such an important one due to it being so prevalent and beautiful. Melodious and harmonic, off-key and discordant, both out of time and in it. Puts human efforts to make music to shame. Even Mozart could not write such a beautiful morning concerto for us.