My favorite weather is bird-chirping weather.
When my parents purchased the home where I grew up in Fayetteville, New York, one of the selling factors was that the property backed up to a bird preserve. My father reasoned that because the land was protected, no one would build on it and …
Wearing fine feathered jackets spun in hues of red, gold, and brown,
they fill their bellies with suet and seed, and serenade us with song.