I was sitting on the porch before sunrise the other morning, listening to the birds wake up. There wasn’t just one song. There were dozens. Some were high and cheerful. Others were soft and distant. A crow occasionally added its opinion to the conversation. Together they created a chorus that seemed to fill the morning air. What struck me wasn’t the variety of sounds. It was the lack of competition. No bird seemed concerned about whether another bird had a prettier song. None appeared worried about being noticed. Each simply greeted the day in its own way. As I listened, I began thinking about the garden, the orchard, and the…