Ah, spring.

I'm out the door this morning, headed for work late, as usual. Somebody is
singing a song I can't identify; kind of song sparrowish, but not quite
right. Should I chase, and be even later for work? Or should I go? With
only a moment's hesitation to ponder, I grab the bins and head up the
driveway. To look for a bird who's decided *not* to sing just now, thank
you.

Rob Saecker
Olympia