2/20/2016 It was again a crisp morning. The birds were chirping in the wood by my house. It was like a wonderful dawn chorus. They were twittering loudly on the treetops, “twit..twit.. twit..”, swimmingly having fun contending with one another. The smell of the wet soil and grass was lingering in the air. The sun was still hiding behind the cloud. It was really nothing more than a lazy Saturday morning.