February in Berkeley, 



tradted spell of rain follows the spring 

 days. The nest is abandoned and the 

 tiny builders seek shelter amid the dense 

 cypress boughs, disconsolate at their 

 misfortune. But spring is proverbially 

 fickle and must be taken in good part, 

 for its sunshine warms more quickly 

 than its cloud can chill, and every day 

 brings some measure of surprise and 

 change. 



