This is bird node.

The first day of spring at last.

Let's step outside and greet the new season.

Clearly, the birds know something is up.

Listen to that Bewix Wren belt it out. The Wren doesn't know the precise instant of the Vernal Equinox, of course.

It's the moment when the sun is directly above the equator and day and night are nearly equal all over the world.

Yet the Wren senses the growing hours of daylight through a surge of hormones.

Both science and folklore tie spring to the renewal of nature as the world awakens. Science and out its burry notes. And wow, there's a tiny ruby crowned kinglet flashing its red crown.

Listen to its song, Bubbleforth! It's a comical sound coming from the marsh.

It's a vrch,

Now there's a comical sound coming from the marsh.

It's a Virginiaical sound coming from the marsh.

It's a Virginia rail, unseen but hardly unheard, ringing in the new season.

Spring has sprung. The birds declare it official.

For Bird Note, I'm Mary McCann. You're going to be.