Spring is Sprung

Obviously it's not yet spring, it's just the bulbs poking their little shoots out to see if it's too cold to go any further. Bad news for them I'm afraid, the weatherman says it's going to be getting colder.
These bulbs are in a pot at the front door, the pot includes a twisted Hazel, quite appropriate as we live in 'The Hazels'.
The title came to mind as I was mulling over what to call today's blip.
Following to be said in a Bronx accent, hence the weird spelling (Boid = Bird)
Spring is sprung, da grass is riz, I wonder where da boidies is. 
Da boid is on the wing, but that's absoid, surely da wing is on the boid.