Spring is sprung

I’ve found something that does adhere to schedule here in the PNW—it’s a rare enough occurrence that I feel obliged to remark upon it.

It’s been so long since I’ve heard the dawn chorus of birds around here, I’d forgot that there were birds. Even though I see them around, especially after putting out food for them.

However, first thing Saturday morning—yes, the day after the vernal equinox—they chirped in the sunrise, wet though it was. Although there’s been no change in temperature, evidently the bird community knows its duty & takes pride in discharging it.

It’s heartening to find that, in the midst of service providers who can’t be bothered, at least the beaked & feathered set is right on time.