I've also spent a great deal of time getting yelled at every time I walk out the back door, by the momma robin who built her nest under my deck. I am quite possibly dying from the beady-eyed cuteness:
They are much more charming than the broody hen who's gone all bitchy and pecks at my arms everytime I try to steal her babies for my breakfast.
Also, my roses are in full bloom. I love my roses nearly as much as I love spring pea plants - possibly more, actually, since roses don't require harvesting.