The birds

I had the back window open for the cats to gaze, and boy were the birds loud this morning. Sign of spring? Sign of singing, for sure.

So I investigated. Just a short way down Summer Hill Road is a stand of trees where all the birds returning from winter revelries tarry for a while, and where I always hear the first song sparrow of the spring. As I did today. You'll hear some cardinals first, and then the song sparrow.

I hope they know more than the weather guys do.