Day 79: Morning Birds

One of the ways I know it's spring and that winter has finally gone is when I go out with the dog before dawn and I hear the twilight song of morning birds.

I've never been a fan of birds in general.  They creep me out to look at and to hold.  I hate when they whiz by my head when I'm walking or bounce around my table when I'm enjoying a meal on an outdoor patio. I'm absolutely positive they carry all sorts of diseases.

But their songs can be beautiful, especially when it's the first one you hear after a long and miserable winter. So as long as I don't have to pet them, I'm thankful for all the heralds of morning.