On an early morning walk last week an assortment of birds were singing at the top of their small lungs. It was like an orchestra of fine tuned instruments joyfully sending forth beautiful music of their own. There was the Stellars Jay perched at the very top of the fir tree sending out its harsh noises; several small birds joining in with their scale of notes and then the loudest of them all was the Pileated Woodpecker beating its beak on the metal rail of the neighbor’s gate. It was like a cacophony of birds calling for their prospective mates. During the dark and cold winter months, my walks have been mostly silent and still except for a few birds that winter over in the Northwest. The quiet wildlife is very noticeable since listening to the birds while on my walks is always a pleasure. And now they are here!