 |
| Jay @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.
No comments:
Post a Comment