I hope there are birds where you are Oscar. That you can at least hear them, if not see them. It’s spring here where I am and the robins are busily sorting out territories. How strange that they show aggression by producing the most heart-stoppingly beautiful songs. Sometimes they literally stop me in my tracks as I try to identify where they are and enjoy their sound.
I hope there are birds where you are Oscar, to bring joy into your heart.