On the East River Trail early this afternoon I rounded a bend and heard a chorus of birdsong that was as continuous and space-filling as the spring peeper peeping that will soon be filling the night air down in the ditches along the college road. Hundreds of little black birds! I quickly sketched in a branchload and then drew two crows that were listening from an adjacent tree. Down in the chickenyard the big rooster watched while two hens had a fierce fight. Another hen ignored them while she scratched in the dust. Up near the crows was what looked like an abandonned squirrel's nest, and over by a small wetland area stood an old bird hide.