Chir, Chir, Chir, the distinct singing of the Robins signaled the start of a new day. Annie smiled at their sound as she stood at the end of the garden, near the meditation platform. She listened to the flock for a few minutes, a precursor to her morning meditation. As she got comfortable on the cushion, on cue, the chorus ended their song and flew off, most likely searching for the twigs, grasses, and mud needed to finish nest building; eggs would be…