There's fifty spiders in my bed, the hit Tv show, had just started and all was silent in the Jones family house. Not even a pristine white door swung in the amazingly cool spring breeze. Out side the trees blossomed and sang their happy song all night. As their flowers, that were more beautiful than a summers day drifted to the ground. They would do nothing else until cruel winter took its toll. But the trees were not the only only ones singing. The song thrushes were carefully singing their hearts out in the most pushed notes and amazing melodies.