Birds had it going on this past weekend. Spring arrives, and birds go into family-planning mode. During a tour of some woods and wetlands, I spied ospreys building nests, which involves the male ripping dead branches from trees, and, by rip, I mean that you hear an audible crack. The osprey would hover about, searching for whatever criteria fits its bill. Then, once it determined its target, it’d swoop in and wrestle the stick from the source. Aerie building is like hunting for food it seems, structure and substance being pillars of needs. Similarly, and I posted about this already, we witnessed a male bluebird procuring fine cricket for his mate, though I know not whether this behavior is part of the wooing or the general day-to-day perk of partnering. Birds are everywhere, doing their bird things, and they provide a lively distraction during walks, whether at Virginia State Parks, which haven’t yet closed, or the adjacent grove of suburbia tucked within the concrete expanse that is Crystal City.