~Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought Whose household words are songs in many keys, Sweeter than instrument of man's e'er caught! Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are halfway houses on the road to heaven!~ Longfellow ~How silent our world would be without the joyous melodies sung by our feathered friends. Each sings a different song, and each has distinctive colors and markings and is easily identified. In this section I have included some of my favorite song birds, each with a short verse for you to enjoy.~ ~Hovering at flowers like a bee, I may be seen and heard, I fly five hundred miles non-stop, I'm a RUBY THROATED HUMMINGBIRD.~ ~I'm cloaked all in red, I sing from the trees so tall, The feeder is where I'm fed, I'm the beautiful CARDINAL~ ~My wife's called Jenny - she's been quite a scold Since heaven only knows when, We live where it's not to cold, We're the bird house dwelling WREN~ ~I sing my song with toss of head, Have apaulets of flashing red, That I harm grain, I've ofter heard, I'm innocent as a RED-WINGED BLACKBIRD~ ~A cap of black adorns my head, I'm little but not underfed The bugs I eat are pests, you see I'm a BLACK-CAPPED CHICKADEE~ ~I sing early and before I sleep, I listen for worms which I love to eat. I'm black and red and I'm known best As just plain ROBIN, or ROBIN REDBREAST.~ ~A glimpse of me with my striped head, In a Canada spruce you may catch, For I live in the north - but I sometimes come forth, I'm a restless RED-BREASTED NUTHATCH.~ Featured Music: Feed The Birds