It’s truly spring.
I know, it’s still only 36 degrees, and there are threats of snow or freezing rain.
But the yard was full of robins this morning. There must have been 50 of them, looking around for their breakfasts. Interestingly, there was what looks like a robin with vitiligo, which is a condition people get that destroys the pigmentation in skin, causing white areas. This robin looked like it had the same thing – large white areas of what otherwise looked like a robin.
I heard a red-wing blackbird yesterday. And the feeder is full of sparrows and cardinals and finches. I know the last group doesn’t migrate, but they tend to lay low – at least in our yard. Not this morning.
And then there’s Phil. DH gave him that moniker, after seeing him walk slowly around in the tall weeds next to our yard, sneak s-l-o-w-l-y out into the yard, and then make a mad dash for the other side. Phil is a Pheasant. I’m hoping he’s scoping out the place for a nest.
It’s wonderful to be awakened by the chirping and vocalizations of the songbirds. It’s wonderful to be awakened by sunlight.