Everybody knows that the bird is the word

This morning our young Buggins (aged 9 mos.) spoke what I count as her first real word, minus "Mama" and "Dada" and various attempts at her brother's name. That word was "bird," rendered "birr" in th'infant argot, but in proper context to be sure. The bird in question was one of a gaggle of regulation house sparrows loitering at our feeder for daughter's delight and no other good reason (for there is no other good reason any longer under the heavens).

It is raining. We are free.