We say "Hello!" to April by looking back at a few birds seen in the past few weeks of March. Contrary to the folk adage, March is going out the way it came in: roaring like a snowy and sodden lion. The new season takes it all in stride: robins flit giddily and troops of grackles suddenly take over and move into places they haven't visited in months. Perhaps as Spring wanes and Summer settles in they won't need each other's noisy encouragement so much. But I welcome the advent of birdsong– even though it's accompanied by a lusty pelting of wet snow.