The song birds arrived this week. Trails once dominated by silence and not overwhelmed by opinionated jays, junkos, and robins. They just arrived at end of the last storm, like they were blown here by the wind.

            On today’s walk I saw many other birds, but only for a second at a time. They would fly off just as I focused the camera on them, chirring as they moved off.  I never got their names.