SPRING SONGS

I awoke the other morning to the season's first robins warbling their welcome to daybreak.
For me, that is the true sign of spring.

At this time of year the temperature still dips below freezing at night.
The robins remain hidden until the ground thaws and the worms surface between the tiny new blades of grass.

The geese have launched their V's northward and I can hear their voices as they pass overhead.
Before long, at sunrise and sunset, I will be able to hear the cacophony from a thousand avian throats rising from the reedy lakeshore, posing as bookends to the lengthening days.

As the cool spring breeze creeps through my bedroom window, the sound of the birds' raucous callings will greet my ears as I rest upon my pillow.

I can only imagine that they are celebrating creation and new life!




We live in the Rocky Mountain Trench in an area sometimes known as The Serengeti of the North.
It is a wildlife corridor and wetlands, as well as a migration route and sanctuary for hundreds of species of birds, especially waterfowl.