A Cackle of Good News

Lots of time to stretch into my body today. Shake some fog and gristle out of moribund muscle. Bluebirds are flying somewhere, the Blue Jays cackle the good news. The fox kits are dancing on the thin frost kicking up flakes of blue lightning. I guess it's Spring, daffodil bulbs are warming up just beneath the awakening earth, when they arrive they will dance in the wind just like the young fox pups. I might try a few steps also bust out of my funk with a jiggery flick of an ankle snap at the sun and cackle along with the Blue jays.