Simple Pleasures: The Dawn Chorus

Saw another painted sky during my morning walk. The air was mildly cool—that gentle in-between of summer and fall—and the birds were in full voice, a frenzied harmony known as the dawn chorus.

These early walks have become a quiet ritual before I get on with my day: a chance to move, breathe in the fresh air, and let my scattered thoughts settle into order. There’s something about that hour—the light just breaking, the world half-awake—that makes everything feel possible again.

God bless, and happy Feast of Our Lady of Victory!