"Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come."
Oh what a happy thought!
And oddly enough, I think the singing bird I’d choose would be a mockingbird. Clown though he might be, and maddening outside one’s window in the middle of the night, he’s always so enormously bighearted—not just in those unquenchable outpourings of sound, but in the way he drives off predators from other kinds of birds less able to protect themselves.
Another demonstration of bird largesse that amazed me a week or two ago was seeing a blue jay (again one might think raucous and uncouth) attacking time and time again the net in which a small bird like a wren or finch was trapped, and eventually releasing it.