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Heh. I was outside this morning, having a little hippie speedball, listening to the birds chirp.
There were a lot out this morning. It was a symphony. Tons of calls.
Then I realized how wild it must’ve sounded here 70 million years ago.
That's the sound of the revival of nature, mate...
Aye. New England in March. Start getting the first hints of spring. Birds. Small mammals start showing up more. Little buds start poking out in the perennial bed. No longer nipple-achingly cold outside. My favorite time of the year, for sure.
