Spring Chicken

Oooh lookie it's all

Spring chicken. Everything smells nice and is breeding. The birds are tweeting and flying around, oblivious that tweeting rights aren't exclusively theirs; ducks are waddling, moorhens are meep-ing, people are making the grass strange colours.

Then I reach The Library. And the students haven't gone home. Why haven't you gone home students? Why? You should be in a fort of hot cross buns by now.