Sweeping with a broom and weeding in my garden I recently noticed some tiny sound raising in a birdhouse hung on an oak branch more than a decade ago.
It made me surprise because I had thought the house was always vacant.
Later my husband told me that many sparrows and some tits started to chirp heavily around the garden and he saw a cat climbing onto the oak branch.
Soon I came to know that it is a couple of tit that often pay a visit the old house and also observed that they bring some food which may be an insect or a worm.
Usually one of them seems to be a feeder and the other is watching over there.
Cooking some dishes for invited sons I thought of the tits and thought about a tanka poem by Noriko Tanaka, I found in the book "Music of the Heart" which I wrote about in the previous post.
見上げていたのだ 田中 教子
coming one day
to a valley filled
with the sound of falling wings,
I was gazing up
searching for the sky
translated by Amelia Fielden & Saeko Ogi
|The seeds of dandelion will fly away sooner|