Sixth Snowfall | Video
[The feed flickers on as a little blue bird bounces across the table in front of the screen. It's soft cheeping can be heard, but so can a distinct song being hummed. A delicate finger strokes along the spine of the bird and the little animal hops up onto her finger.
Mary Margaret keeps humming as she lifts the bird up by her face, turning the phone to look at her and the bird gets a little kiss on the head before she takes it to the window to let it out, instead of trying to beat it to death. The wonders of what true love does for her disposition.]
I didn't expect a house guest while I was cleaning. I thought some of you might like to see how brightly coloured the bird was. It reminds me of the bluebirds I used to see at home.
[She chuckles softly, then shakes her head a bit.] It seems like the winter must be finally over, if the birds are back. It does make you wonder where they go for the winter, in Mandalus.
[She shrugs a little bit and turns off the phone.]