Spring is sprung,
The grass is riz
I wonder where the boidies is
The little boids is on the wing
(Naa, dat’s obsoid;
Da little wings is on the boids)
Positively bucolic outside this morning: Starlings building a nest under the roof tiles, blackbirds building a nest in the ivy, squirrel porking out on Sunflower hearts on the bird table . . .