Since the day after the last day of school, Mr. Owl had been focused on his annual summer project.

He had gathered song sheets, held tryouts, and organized daily rehearsals for 47 songbirds, two very loud chipmunks, and (on percussion) one eager young rabbit from the woods.

Much to everyone’s delight, rehearsals were bumped up to twice daily in the week leading up to the solstice.

And now the big day was finally here. It was time for the premiere — the only — performance of Mr. Owl’s Midsummer Choir.

(June 2023)

Story & Photo © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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