Birds Singing Like Crazy

 

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.