Oiseau vert sur ma fenêtre

'Tis a gift to be simple,

'Tis a gift to be free,

'Tis a gift to come down

Where we ought to be

And when we find ourselves

In the place that's right

'Twill be in the valley

of love and delight

-Nineteenth-Century Shaker Hymn

I woke up this morning to the sound of my sweet little bird, Jax. As with all of our budgies, we love leaving his door open so that he can feel free. He especially loves singing with the birds outside, and it is amazing to hear them all communicating with one another.

I think they have their own little language...