Birdsong

I can see that this little guy was singing, but I couldn't hear him because the hillbillies who own the property next to my parents were target shooting ALL DAY. With what sounded like 20 different guns, one of which had to be an elephant gun. Or a cannon. It definitely could have been a cannon. I couldn't really wander very far, as I have no idea in which direction they have their tin can alley set up. My brother was very confident that they would shoot away from any houses, although he declined to go for a walk with me. And then told me to make sure I had my phone with me.