Mom and I were scheduled to be picked up at 7am for the port implant at Asklepios today. I awoke, looked at the EDT on my laptop - did the math and calculated that it was 6am. I was treated to a marvelous sunrise and our very first glimpse of the sun here in southern Germany.
It wasn't till I was all spit-shined and ready to roll a half hour later that I became aware of my miscalculation. It was actually 5:30 am. ACH!
Not that a certain creature (native to these woods) was going to let me sleep in anyway:
A cuckoo bird was making the most distinct, rhythmic
and highly incessant cuckoo noise somewhere much too close
to my 'tilted forward' balcony door.
and highly incessant cuckoo noise somewhere much too close
to my 'tilted forward' balcony door.
At first I thought - Aha! - too much Sound of Music recall the day before - remember the scene where the VonTrapp kids are singing "an absurd little bird, is popping out to say cuckoo" at the Captain's farewell dinner party?
You don't ? You've never watched The Sound of Music?? Truly???
Well then, I can attest to the fact that the cuckoo bird is authentic, not at all extinct
and as much a disturbance to sleeping in as a flock of strutting henpecked roosters --
a bit like our cooing morning doves back home.
You know the ones -- little barrel chested grey creatures that nest in your eavestroughs and make you think longingly about owning a BB gun?
You don't ? You've never watched The Sound of Music?? Truly???
Well then, I can attest to the fact that the cuckoo bird is authentic, not at all extinct
and as much a disturbance to sleeping in as a flock of strutting henpecked roosters --
a bit like our cooing morning doves back home.
You know the ones -- little barrel chested grey creatures that nest in your eavestroughs and make you think longingly about owning a BB gun?
But there now. That just sounds plain ungrateful - especially since I would have otherwise missed the ethereal sight of the morning mist rolling over the meadows here in the southern tip Germany - so very close to the Austrian border.
And this is where the VonTrapp cuckoo bird lives of course!
Psalm 19 is a personal favourite:
....the skies proclaim the work of His hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. (!)
Their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
*wowsers & wunderbar*
Hope you 'heard' Him today too!
I've watched it, I've watched it! :)
ReplyDeleteGorgeous...! Sometimes words fail.
Looking at the magestic array of splendour of a sunrise like that, it is a wonder that anyone can deny the existance of the Creator!
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