And Go For a Birdsong Ride

Spring will eventually arrive, Tom tells his youngest daughter looking out the window at the snow. Take heart, he tells her, and listen for the blue jays when they build a nest in the sycamore and chase away the other birds that fly unwelcome into the tree hoping also to start a family. He tells his snowbound daughter once she hears the blue jays' ruckus spring will be here and she can wear her jeans and pretty yellow jacket, get on her tricycle with the other girls and go for a birdsong ride. Donal Mahoney