By Don Torino
Somewhere under a foot of snow, pot-hole filled roads, and my icy cold finger tips lies spring. And along with it means it is time for me to review, rather learn, my bird calls once again. Yes, I confess, unlike many of my much more talented birding brothers and sisters who can recognize a little “chip” of a bird 100 feet over their heads, I need to relearn many of my bird calls each and every spring. Just when I think I might have many of my Warbler calls down, it seems just on spite they decide to move on, I try not to take it too personally.