It's the middle of March and we're still enjoying winter. We had another pretty major snow storm on the weekend and the day before sighted the first of our spring birds. David's snapshots of a Cedar Waxwing flitting from post to post along the creek. From the Cornell Lab of Ornithology; here is a recording of the song of a cedar waxwing. The waxwings were back again yesterday.
Sunday, March 15th; the real harbingers of spring arrived ~ our red winged blackbirds. David saw them first declaring; "The boys are back!" The males of this species always arrive a few weeks before we see the females. Again from Cornell ~ here's the beautiful song of the Redwinged Blackbird.
The birds arrival was cause for celebration on a sunny Sunday.
At least it was sunny earlier in the day. Then came the freezing rain and overcast skies, but we'll hold the sunshine in our thoughts till it's back again tomorrow.
Little dog and I have been poking our noses into the greenhouse. I survey the left over debris from last years crops and the still frozen ground and look forward to being up to my elbows in the dirt.
It's the middle of March and we're still enjoying winter. We had another pretty major snow storm on the weekend and the day before sighted the first of our spring birds. David's snapshots of a Cedar Waxwing flitting from post to post along the creek. From the Cornell Lab of Ornithology; here is a recording of the song of a cedar waxwing. The waxwings were back again yesterday.
Sunday, March 15th; the real harbingers of spring arrived ~ our red winged blackbirds. David saw them first declaring; "The boys are back!" The males of this species always arrive a few weeks before we see the females. Again from Cornell ~ here's the beautiful song of the Redwinged Blackbird.
The birds arrival was cause for celebration on a sunny Sunday.
At least it was sunny earlier in the day. Then came the freezing rain and overcast skies, but we'll hold the sunshine in our thoughts till it's back again tomorrow.
Little dog and I have been poking our noses into the greenhouse. I survey the left over debris from last years crops and the still frozen ground and look forward to being up to my elbows in the dirt.
