Singing with the birds, and a grandson who sings along

So that's the end of my birds, unless one time, about a year ago, I felt like singing one day. And it was beautiful, sunshine in noon. And I was outside of the cabin, and I sang, and I got a little settee there.

I just enjoyed it. And I was singing just a little silly song, you know, American song. And all of a sudden, two birds start twittering over here and another one somewhere else. And first thing, you know, I distinctly recognize five different birds singing while I was singing.

Oh, I says, oh, my gosh, they must like my singing. even if it is cracked a little bit. So I sang a little more, another verse. It was a church song. And I said, oh, my gosh, this must be nice.

They must like it. Otherwise, they wouldn't sing with me. So I closed the cabin, and I beat it home. I made it in five minutes, I believe, and the doctor says, half an hour for you to walk that late.

But I was in a big hurry. I got home and grabbed a hold of the phone, and I called my grandson. And I heard him sing in church where he was kneeling close by and stuff. And I said, I have to tell him about this.

So when he got on the phone, I told him, he says, wait one moment, Grandma, I'll be right there. And he hasn't got too far to go in five minutes or so. He was at my house. He says, how you feel?

Do you feel you can go up there with me? We can try it. I said, sure. So we walked a little slower, but we went to get there so the birds don't take it over. And then we start singing, you know, and one of the hymns, I got lots of hymn, little hymn books from church that he brings me.

He's an altar boy, and so when the month is over, he brings me once in a while, he brings me them books. So we pick out one we know well, and we opened the windows, and each one stood in one window, and we nod at one another when we start singing.

And we sang and sang and sang, and the birds all twittered, but not as nice as for me. He said, they must have thought it over. He said, we'll try it next year or some other time. But it was nice, and he enjoyed it.

He says, right, this is good. He says, next time we come, first thing we come in the cabin, we'll start singing one or two songs and see if they're going to do the same thing they've done for you.

So I thought that was kind of cute. So then one day we was walking through on the path, him and I, and he says, let's sing a little bit. He was okay, it was going kind of like into the woods like, but there's a path where the deer go.

It's a regular path you can tell where they always go. It's, see, I've got a spring that, well, it's got quick sand on the bottom, and no deer or nobody. And then, folks, they don't go and cut the trees down in that swamp or nothing.

And it's all maybe 20 steps away from the cabin, see? So there is a kind of a spot of nice earthland of a walk on between these springholes. There's about 10 acres of them springholes. Like I say, they don't dare to go there to cut the trees.

are nothing because they'd fall in and maybe just disappear in the quicksand. And the deer know it too by themselves. Nobody tells them nothing, but they never go through that swamp, winter or summer. But they go between the cabin and that springs, you know, they got a regular path going out into the woods.

So we went and we was singing, and nobody answered nothing much, just here and there at Twitter. So he says they just must have changed their mind and sing like we do So we have fun He's a wonderful boy He does things You know he sometimes he goes And gives me a little praise Where it is not even expected to You know But he thinks he's pleasing me So I know through his Ideas and stuff But I like him for Because he's very Considerate of others You know Yeah