Though it is a tranquil morning, br I know it will be a sad day br when the attractive avian friends br fly southward as Summer begins to fade. br br Their merriment and daily presence br will gradually disappear from sight, br and I can't help but feel unhappy br thinking of their strenuous flight. br br But, once they return again in the Spring, br the frolicking and song making free, br the happiness they bring I will hold in store br as they begin to nest in the towering trees.br br Joseph T.