If you look verrrry closely, you’ll see our baby bird, signing her version of the word…
birdy.
She can’t help herself because you see–each day, more and more of our birds come back.
We can see them jostling for the seeds in the feeder.
We can watch them sitting on the deck rail all puffy feathered in the rain.
We can hear them cooing and singing us awake each morning.
And friends, we are very, very happy about it, because we’ve been waiting for a long time…
all of us.
And so Jiff is now banned to the basement until she learns better manners.
After all, we have guests.
