The Grass is riz
I wonder where them birdies is?
Well, there’s no grass yet — can’t see it underneath about ten inches of snow in my backyard, but there are birdies! I heard the haunting call of a mourning dove a few moments ago. They only call in spring and summer, never winter though they stay year ’round. Which means them birdies are horny! Spring is on its way! Yay!