I finally made a trip to the dump today.
The ever-reliable Chevy Silverado has been sitting in the machine shed for a couple of months now and started at the first turn of the key. It’s twelve years old, has a bazillion miles on it but runs like a champ. And it doesn’t leave a single spot on the concrete floor. No leaks.
Anyway, I dropped my load of recyclables and returned the pick-up to its place in the shed and as I walked back to the house I heard it.
There was no mistaking this bird song.
The first real harbinger of spring.
They are back!
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