my son and I are walking in the woods with the dog. He's listenting to the birds. I'm just walking fast like I do. And Jonah is romping about. We come out onto the street at the top of the hill and he makes me stop.
"Listen," he says, "Those are goldfinches."
"Are those the little yellow birds that chase each other?" I ask.
"They're happy go lucky little creatures aren't they?"
"They should be; all they do is hump and fly."