Spring is for the Birds

It’s a great sunny day, winter is fading and things are looking like spring (if you can ignore all the snow piles). The park has puddles of melting snow but it feels warmer than it has in months. You’ve got a coffee and it is so great to just listen to the birds and people watch. It’s odd, but suddenly you seem to stop hearing the people and start hearing the birds, talking. What are they saying?