The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
It's that magical time of year when each new day brings a new sighting or sound; that time of year when our own deprived senses wake up to the joy of viewing birds coming into their bright spring plumages and hearing the sweet songs of chorusing frogs. Soon our woods will once again become a music hall where the only price of admission is to become still.. and listen.
The weather is always quite unpredictable this time of year, and we received at least 2 inches of fresh snow last night; that was after 2 days of warm rain. Along with our usual guests, we have a beautiful male Pine Warbler taking advantage of our feeding stations today. He isn't the least bit timid and it is quite obvious that this neotropical migrant is very hungry since the bugs he normally feeds on have gone into hiding again.
He's such a fresh breath of color and song. Even though his song is quite subdued, it is the sweetest music I have heard in many months, along with the Eastern Phoebes and Yellow-bellied Sapsuckers that arrived shortly before he did.
Welcome back friends, we've waited so very long to see (and hear) you again.
Until next time,