I woke up this morning before sunrise, as I do most mornings, walked into my kitchen, raised the window over my sink and heard the sound of birdsong. What a glorious sound!

The mockingbirds are back like clockwork, busily building their nests in the bushes in the front of my house. I always keep a close eye on them because they’ll entertain me all summer. Sometimes they perch on my gate taunting Banjo, the Cocker. His single duty is treeing the birds and he takes that job very seriously.