And the wild birds sing

Forgot to mention that we went on a beautiful hike yesterday and what should we hear but whistling birds? There were two, calling back and forth, back and forth, one with decending notes, the other with ascending ones. It was amazingly pretty.

The only problem was that I had a cold and was feeling a bit more tired than usual. But it's very mild, and it's getting better. And the whistling birds...well, it's better than a lot of things, and I'd choose it over watching Star Wars, if I had a choice (up 'til today that wasn't saying much, today that's saying quite a lot!)
Farewell,
Pretty Saro

I bid you adieu...