In one week we will be springing forward, and there will be more daylight, which will make me very happy. I know a lot of people complain about Daylight Savings Time. I rejoice.
Several times last evening we saw flock after flock of geese. Returning, I suppose. I hoped.
Early that morning when we went out the door, Bill's mockingbird appeared after the winter's absence. It flew right to the picnic table and begged for a bit of egg yolk. I tossed it a strawberry and Bill gave it a bit of egg. It made me happy to see that birdie gulping breakfast.
At 4:00 a.m. it is usually the cat waking me, but this morning it was a teeny little tweet. I laid still and listened. Again, tweet, a moment later tweet, and as it continued I thanked God for my blessings, not the least of which is the birds returning.
That little tweet made me so happy until I realized it was the little twerp in my bed. Bill had a nose whistle, so I nudged him awake, but he went right back to sleep. Can't say that I did.