Of a morning, you can head south from our place on the canal road and, about a half mile down, you’ll hear them. Three western meadowlarks—for which I took the liberty of naming Uno, Dos, and Trés—will each be perched in his respective point of the invisible but oh, so audible Ballyhoo Triangle.
Over and over, the musical battle plays, as each tries to out-sing the other to win the affections of any señorita listening. Volume and melodies vary, but we theorize that bragging and propaganda make up most of the “lyrics”!
|Uno, the loudest. Perhaps he has an amp up there?|
|Trés, not to be outdone.|
“For all of God’s promises have been fulfilled in Christ with a resounding ‘Yes!’” –2 CORINTHIANS 1:20 (NLT)