Someone, somewhere in our neighborhood just alarmed their car. I can't tell you how funny that is. It would be like watching the Amish farmer alarm his cart - or hearing that little chirp in the opening credits of the Andy Griffith Show. Yes, I live in Mayberry.
And in other chirping news: while I haven't heard them here at the house yet, I passed a pod of peepers on my way home the other evening and they were peeping their little hearts out. I'm not sure I've ever seen one, unless that's what I was forever trying not to step on at my first cottage in Eastham. Tiny frogs hopping every which way, like a bag of marbles dropped on a tile floor.
Here's the article that goes with that picture (Peepers' Song: A Sure Sign of Spring, by Rich Eldred in the Cape Codder).