The spring is sprouting, in gardens, on trees, in bird songs. The starlings are weaving their song with the air. Yesterday when I was walking so many of them were sitting on the electric wires along the road as if waiting for the procession of Spring to pass from there. A red wing was heard too one day by my ears, they are here! A chickadee came, ate from my hand. And a wise man, who knows about birds, said that now I have been formally initiated into the world of animals! Delightful!