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rhodielady_47We heard the Sandhill Cranes arriving the first week in March this year the same as they do every year.
I don't know what it is with birds. They come and go like clockwork despite the fact that they have neither clocks nor calendars.
I remember back when I was in college in Mississippi that all the local chimneyswifts left on the same day in early November. The early morning air was absolutely full of chimneyswifts swooping and darting about, all excited. Two hours later they were all gone. When I got home that evening, all our own chimneyswifts were gone as well.
I remember wondering: How did they know it was time to go? Did they send some sort of message? What?
Then, during the first week of April, they were back.
In years to come, I noticed that the chimneyswifts came and went at the same time each year. Loyally returning to our chimney on practically the same day, softly cheeping and chirping to themselves.
And now the Sandhill Cranes appear to be schedule keepers too.
What I didn't expect to see at twilight last night was my first bat of spring.
Apparently I should be charging him rent. He seemed to have come out of the attic of our house. He looked like nothing so much as a fat little ball of fluff with a pair of bat wings sticking out as he drowsily flopped through the air. I kind of doubt he found many insects last night, but it was his call to make, not mine.
My daffodils aren't wasting any time. The early ones are blooming!
I don't know what it is with birds. They come and go like clockwork despite the fact that they have neither clocks nor calendars.
I remember back when I was in college in Mississippi that all the local chimneyswifts left on the same day in early November. The early morning air was absolutely full of chimneyswifts swooping and darting about, all excited. Two hours later they were all gone. When I got home that evening, all our own chimneyswifts were gone as well.
I remember wondering: How did they know it was time to go? Did they send some sort of message? What?
Then, during the first week of April, they were back.
In years to come, I noticed that the chimneyswifts came and went at the same time each year. Loyally returning to our chimney on practically the same day, softly cheeping and chirping to themselves.
And now the Sandhill Cranes appear to be schedule keepers too.
What I didn't expect to see at twilight last night was my first bat of spring.
Apparently I should be charging him rent. He seemed to have come out of the attic of our house. He looked like nothing so much as a fat little ball of fluff with a pair of bat wings sticking out as he drowsily flopped through the air. I kind of doubt he found many insects last night, but it was his call to make, not mine.
My daffodils aren't wasting any time. The early ones are blooming!
