Birds, birds, and more birds

Spring fever, obsessed with painting birds.

If thou art pained with the World's noisy stir Or crazed with its mad tumults, and weighed down With any of the ills of human life; If thou art sick and weak, or mournest at the loss Of brethren gone to that far-distant land To which we all do pass, gentle and poor, The gayest and the gravest, all alike-- Then turn into the peaceful woods, and hear The thrilling music of the forest birds.

-Isaac McLellan (1806-1899)