hey, look. flowers.

We have lots and lots of birds these days, many robins, more cardinals than I'm used to seeing, and these teeny tiny little sparrows that match the old version of the sparrows but are tiny. So there are the tweets and coos and the song of the mourning dove (about the only song I can identify, and which reminds me of summer mornings on the porch of my grandparents' house at the lake); but there is also the call of the grackle, which goes: GRAAAK. It sounds like aluminum lawn furniture scraping along a sidewalk. The calls must sound different to the birds, but I can't tell how any of their utterances sound different to them.