Signs o' the Times

For me, I lie or is it lay, in bed and wonder why every spring I have to re-identify the songs I am listening to outside. They are from birds. I know that. I was watching a Bush Tit. The one pictured's name is Bill. A funny name for a bird I think, and is has a copy write. I want a copywrite. Eveytime someone says, Sally Anne, they might pay me a nickle or the like. Just a thought...) The bush tit in bhe back yard flying about, was working to build its nest outside my window in the giant fir. That is really fun, cause they look like socks, and the bird swoops up in a backward S shape to fly in and reverses that to fly out of the nest.

For me, Spring has really come when the Violet Green Swallow have made their way to the Hither Lands of Wallingford.

If it seems like I am copying Jon's blog, I am. He is my muse. The Muse of Ornithology.