@2012 Claudia Ballard
5 x 7 acrylic on canvas panel
Long after the bulbs have died back and the azalea blooms have dropped, there is the happy sound of chirping in the trees around our home. First the robins pop in on their migration, which of course makes the resident mockingbird crazy trying to protect his territory. Then the cardinals and jays and wrens add to the chorus. And the pine siskin which is so tiny it is hard to see. But the final sure sign of spring for us is the evening we hear the first whippoorwill call. We are always longing to hear that sound…kind of haunting but so beautiful. In the next few weeks, as they seek mates, there will be long evenings of calls back and forth until the chorus becomes so loud, we have to close a few windows to be able to hear. Now we have to scurry to get the feeders out for the hummingbirds who will land next.