This morning I opened my bedroom window to a cacophony of birds chirping. It wasn’t sweet and intermittent, it was raucous and intense and unrelenting.

I said, “Wow. Listen to those birds sing.”

And my son said,“They aren’t singing. They are having a meeting.”

“Oh?”

“Well, you know, it’s springtime, right? And birds have a lot to do in the spring.”

“Really? Like what?”

“Well, they have to show the babies how to fly and how to perch after they fly, and they have to get worms to feed the babies, and then they have to teach the babies the most important thing of all.”

“Really?” I said, quite amazed by this outpouring of bird knowledge. “What is the most important thing of all?”

“Not to get stepped on by humans.”

Yep. That sounds pretty important to me.