The best part of spring is the sound.
The sights are great, don't get me wrong, and the temperature and the warming to life of the earth are wonderful.
But the warm breezes, the frog chorus, soft rain or pounding storm, and the bird songs make the season.
For several years now we've been visited on by a pair of wrens. They nest in the bird box on the back porch, and in the bird condo out front, and probably in a few other spots which will remain a mystery to us. It is the habit of the wren to build a few false nest to throw off predators. As such they work all day every day gathering sticks and twigs and bits of whatever for their many nests. And as they work they sing. The sit on the fence or the deck railing or the clothes tree and lift their voices, and my spirits, in song.
Thank you, wren.