Harbingers

I’m sitting at my desk responding to blog comments, and I looked up just now to see about twenty tiny chubby birds scatter past my window like little BBs, drop onto a bush and hop about briskly, chattering to each other and munching up miniscule whatevers from the leaves and branches. And then phht, off again like another shot from a pellet gun.

It’s February, there is frost on the ground, and there shouldn’t be any little fat birds acting as if spring might actually happen someday. But there they were, so maybe…