I am crow. Crow I see. Black, my colour for Swan to greet. I am swan. With Crow I see. White is my colour, for tears to weep in a river-weed tangle around my beak. I am the river. With Swan I hold secrets, to carry and tell to the sea, where the song of the deep will … More Crow
Kookaburra’s start the morning chorus, accompanied by the dove, bringing echoes of another age when the world was still young. The song is haunting. Michael says birdsong heals the world. He believes that birds sing every morning to redress the balance inflicted on nature by the wrong-doing of mankind. It’s a comforting thought. I believe … More Listening with Michael
