As I type this, it's dark.
The sun has risen but it's cloudy.
Flicker jee, my catbird, is out mewing in the pokeweed.
The lady cardinal is chipping around in our backyard quad.
Her husband is recovering his crest; he recently molted it.
When things brighten up, the wrens will start up.
The chickadees are out settling their winter turf, no doubt expecting me to put out food again this winter.
Which I will.
The robin clucks once in a while.
The mockingbirds are still living in my holly tree but their chicks are grown so dad doesn't feel like he has anything to sing about.
And the crickets are all singing loudly.
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