Soaring Harmonics

Robins perch on my garage roof. Snow on ground (in background) is less than pristine.

 
   I woke up to a concert outside my window.
   Songbirds were calling each other. I lay in bed, enthralled by the beauty of their notes.
   Later I got up, opened the curtains, and looked outside. Yikes! The snow in the backyard was covered with yellowish orange blotches.
   Bird piss!
   The neighbors installed a feeder near the property line. Winged critters have been showing up in greater numbers. They sit in trees, waiting their turns to eat. Or they perch on the garage roof.
   It took a snowstorm to reveal the dark side--or orange side--of this situation.
   Some of the nicest things in nature come with a catch. Beaches are great but sand gets into everything. Mountains must first be climbed. Rainbows appear after downpours. Autumn foliage (here in New England) provides spectacular views; weeks later those colorful leaves must be raked.
    Orange snow is a tolerable price for soaring harmonics.