A sweet secret#1

The following day I was sitting at my window, gazing at the new leaves in the walnut and wild pear trees.

It was still, the wind was at peace with itself, the mountains brooded massively under the darkening sky, and then emerging from the depths of that sunless chasm like a dark sweet secret, came the indescribably beautiful call of the whistling thrush….

Its song is the one which never fails to enchant me…..

The bird starts like a hesitant schoolboy whistler , as though trying out a tune; then confident of the melody, it bursts into a full song,  a crescendo of sweet notes and variations that ring clearly across the hillside……..