Spring Signals
More signs of spring are emerging every day. While I tended the horses this morning at dawn I could hear the birds waking up with song on their little bird tongues. When I finished my chores I went back in the house and poured a cup of coffee and took it out on the porch.
I love the mornings. It is so quiet except for the sounds of the birds and frogs. I could hear a rooster in the far distance, probably a mile away. Near my house I could hear a wood pecker pounding away like a jack hammer. The tree he or she was working must have been dead enough but not rotten so that the sound was like it was jack-hammering a drum.
As day light started to gather I saw a pair of ducks coming through the trees descending into my pond. The birds were now gathering at the feeders and the humming birds visited the flowering shrubs.
posted by The Guy Who Writes This at 4:00 AM
12 Comments:
I love the sounds of birds in the mornings lately. We had a few days with spring-like temperatures when I couldn't WAIT for the sun to come up so I could sit outside with my coffee. Alas, now we're back to morning temps in the 30's.
Cool Guy! good for you...in the past 48 houes the robins have decended upon my property, looking for nesting places...I wonder where they will put them this year?
last week we had a couple of nice days and one night I actually got to hear the "peepers"
loopy
Hey, we both wrote about birds today !!!
I heard and saw the Canada geese coming "home" yesterday. I love both the sound and the visual – and what they signify.
That's so weird, Beth, because they are leaving here and have been for about a month.
Not being that much of a morning person since I'm back on evenings, I don't get a whole lot of the bird thing these days. But there was a day or two a couple of weeks ago when it got real warm and we went to bed with all the windows open. There's a great big old maple tree right outside our bedroom window and the next morning it sounded like every single bird in the world landed in that tree and began singing. It was like some sort of avian flash mob thing. Louder than my alarm clock could ever hope to be. I got out of bed saying rude things about your little feathered friends.
here in montreal the sure sign of spring is all the dogshit on the sidewalks that people couldn't find/bother to pick up in six feet of snow.
yes, my daffodils have finally popped open. i officially declare that it's spring time in brownsmead.
Donna, it won't be long now before twister season.
Loopy, I've always loved peepers.
Beth, I'm glad you like them, I don't miss them.
Auntie, it's like the eagles return and the geese leave. Maybe it's the vultures that scare them off.
Darev, Just hope that robins don't build a nest too close to a street light. One year where I lived a robin sang all night every night.
Dalia, that is funny because I often see people picking up their dog shit with baggies. I mean you must have a real problem if you love dogs enough to pick a steaming pile of crap in public and have people watch you do it. I know it's the responsible thing to do, but if people thought that they would be doing this disgusting chore several times a day they might think twice about getting a dog.
g, let's not forget the skunk cabbage.
speaking of skunks, since spring has started to show, i've noticed quite a few skunks lurking on the edge of the road.
i always pick up after my doggie! and i remember having quite the conversation with a hot boy who had a small bag of fresh crap in his hand... it's a non-issue! lol
g, you need more coyotes in Brownsmead.
Dalia, Like likes like.
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