HOUSE BILL 1215

SPRING

With the return of the spring come the birds and their morning chorus announcing the rising sun. It's one of those things I love and miss greatly during winter.

Somebody has built a nest on top of an abandoned squirrel's nest in the pine tree but I haven't yet actually seen who it is. I keep hoping it's the pair of grey mourning doves I frequently see sitting on the branches. Doves are my favorite. I adore their song and their calm but watchful temperament. They aren't very adept at building nests though—they tend to be rather flimsy structures. And that's why I hope they're using the squirrel's nest as a base.

It's warm, humid and rainy out today. I enjoy these days too.

Day 84.