Singing Every Little Thing is Gonna Be Alright

There's a little bird on my porch, just outside my window. It's sniffing around my jack-o-latern, old cigarette buts, and rotting floorboards. It hops to the edged and looks down, and it hops back. It hops around and enjoys where it is.

We both are enjoying the view. But we both want to know: Does it get better than this?

2011 is going to be the year of the Great Migration Part I. I have lots of planning and work to do until then. More details to follow.