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Boink.

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Boink. It just seem right. Used to be I could sit on my front porch on a spring evening and hear “thud” and “clunk.” Now it’s just “boink.” The darned aluminum bats at the ballpark behind my house have destroyed another sound of springtime. No thud..just boink. I have many friends who can excitedly recognize the first chirp of a robin in the springtime. Frankly, I couldn’t tell a robin’s cheep from the starter on a Honda, but I do notice that if I sleep past 4 a.m. in the spring season, a thousand noisy birds are already up and are intent that I should rise and chirp with them. But most of the sounds of this season of blooming and greenery are slowly being replaced by more insidious noises.