The other night I woke up at about 4am and it was silent. That is so unusual in London that I noticed it. I enjoyed it; that wonderful peace of silence.
However something worried me, why hadn't I 'heard' this before? The answer was simple, I usually heard birdsong at that time but now there wasn't any.
Over the last few weeks a group of crows (or rooks - I can't tell the difference) and some magpies have been around and they have either frightened away or killed the birds that sang. All that is left are sparrows, pigeons, starlings and martins; birds that don't sing to proclaim their territory.
In a way that is what it's like living with depression; everything goes on as normal but the birdsong is missing.
P.S. Is a black bird called Sid James a Carry On Crow?
About Me
- Still Breathing
- I live in the suburbs of London with my wife; both our 2 grown up children are recently married and now live nearby. My wife, daughter, son-in-law and I attend St George The Martyr Church, Shirley (http://www.stgeorgeschurch.co.uk/) where we help out the choir on special occasions and I chord bash a guitar for the parade services when slightly different music is used. Our son is a youth worker at a local non-denominational church so we are all involved in local churches. My wife and I sing in the snappily named Bromley Youth Music Trust Adult Choir. I love good music of all types (yes – I know that is subjective). The only way to keep a car on the road is for me to service it! Unfortunately chest conditions have stopped me running and keeping fit. I would describe myself as a radical evangelical who spends a lot of time trying to get my fellow Christians to THINK!!! I’m dyslexic but my wonderful children have shown me up by going to Cambridge University. People tend to think of me as frivolous because I see the funny side of everything – even the most serious subjects. To me not to see the fun in life would be to deny the way God made me.
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