Tuesday, April 1, 2014


Before the sun had cleared the roof tops across the street this morning, a small swarm of sparrows swept into the gutter above the porch.

Like small, delighted pirates on a hidden trove, they pecked and fussed and seemed to woo-hoo among winter's collection of leaves and twigs and muck as they winkled out bits of gold with which to build their nests. Rowdy little buggers.

But then, as the sun rose higher and as if their antics might be discovered in the light, they were gone ... leaving only a sense that spring might truly be on the way.

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