A Red-winged Blackbird welcomes the change of season.
Another reminder that spring is coming.
I’m watching snow scatter along the lane. It feels like winter has finally, really arrived. As the snow falls, my mood goes with it. Need a little lift, little hope of spring. An Eastern Meadowlark fits the bill.
Just as the sudden appearance of American Robins is a sure sign of Spring, so their abrupt disappearance quietly heralds Fall. There are mid-winter days when I hike local wood lots and stands of trees, looking for loose flocks of wintering Robins. I watch them, muddy ice caked on my boots, until I’m reassured of Spring’s return.
Just as the sudden appearance of American Robins is a sure sign of Spring, so they quietly herald Fall by disappearing from lawns and parks. There are days in mid-winter when I hike local woodlots and stands of trees solely to find loosely gathered flocks of Robins. I watch them, often shivering with icy mud on my boots, and feel just a touch of the warmth of Spring.
A Yellow Warbler hides in the brush at Magee Marsh along Lake Erie.
Brown-headed Cowbirds sunning on a pasture fence somewhere in rural South Dakota.