Bird Song

The mornings are musical now with bird song slipping in through the window before dawn. It's past 11 AM and they are still going strong. Nature's band of musicians plays on.

And I just discovered that someone has built a home in the Japanese Tree lilac.

It looks like this one is awaiting the arrival of their family.

Either I'm looking for birds subconsciously or I've never been awake, eyes wide open, in spring before. I refuse to consider Alfred Hitchcock's classic. I will not. I'm loving these guys. I'm glad they've moved in.