|Copyright E.M. Corsa|
I've been thinking a lot about spring lately. Though I love the off season here, spring is when the island comes back to life; my wild cherry tree produces fairy-like white blossoms, the trumpet vine brings forth doily shaped leaves and the summer birds return, claiming their favorite bird houses.
When I lived in New England, the first sign of spring was always the robin. But now, when I hear that musical "gurgle", I know spring has sprung. The red-wing blackbird has become my robin. I read that they return to us in waves of three; first the breeding males scouting out their territory, then the females and lastly the juvenile males.
Last year I had one red-wing blackbird that would come to the feeders. Apparently he didn't share his find with the others because I only saw him.
So here's to spring, riding the coattails of winter.