hippohank

With the constant tap, tap, tap at the window, it becomes obvious that it is spring again.
That bird is back. He did this all day, everyday, last spring, too... and most of the summer. It is quite common for one to say, "Oh, hi bird," while passing by him.
He's become something of a fixture. With the melting snow, another reminder that the seasons change, spring comes after winter, the bugs come in summer, it's fall again, and then more snow.


Oh, hello bird.

Hank's back, too.

Oh, Hello Hank!