Blackbirds trilling in the trees
On this chill late-winter day
Soon will northward wing their way
Through a brisk but warmer breeze.
Spring will come as sure as day.
Other birds will fill our trees,
But today the blackbirds please
As they make our day less gray.
I know all the birds of the hills,
and all that moves in the field is mine.
--The Lord, in Psalm 50:11
I wrote the poem a week or two ago. I always enjoy hearing or seeing the red-winged blackbirds as they migrate through our area. They were summer residents in western Illinois, where I spent much of my youth.