Onward Hoe!

I imagine that they exist in other places, though I've never noticed, but all my life, as Spring rolls around, there are these birds in NC that have a very special song to sing. I like to imagine they're singing it just for me, although I know they sing it to everyone. Even so, I always appreciate it. Raise your hand if you've heard them. I call them the "Pretty Birds" because their chirp sounds like they're saying, "Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty." If I'm in a particularly southern mood, I hear them saying, "Purty, purty, purty, purty, purty," but the message is the same. Y'all know how I feel about birds, but I just can't help smiling every morning when I've just spent an hour getting ready to go to work, and I'm still half asleep, and as I'm walking out to the car, even the birds are complimenting me! And every morning, it takes me by surprise. And every morning, I say out loud, "Thank you," in a tone very similar to Will Ferrell in Elf when he's repeatedly accepting flyers from the flyer-hander-outters on the street.

So even though I'm not crazy about the birds, they still love me. Or at least think I'm pretty (pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty).