Birdsong in February might be the most gloriously hope-filled sound in the world.
Or at least in the northeastern part of the United States.
We got hit with another snowstorm last week, but spring really is coming. The birds promise it.
"There a star danced, and under that was I born."
Our birds have been particularly happy lately. I’m not much of a fan of birds, but if their song means spring is near, I’ll take it.