The peepers are in full chorus now. A few brave virtuosos started a couple weeks ago. I hope their eagerness to grab the spotlight hasn't cut their song short. At least their arias did not go unnoticed. I love to hear the first peeps of the spring. It usually happens on a warmer day in early February here in Virginia.
The daffodils are popping up too. The spring birds are arriving and the first clouds of bugs are in the air. The early pond guests of migrating ducks have already been through - hooded mergansers, ring-necked ducks, blue teals. The wood ducks seem to be the only ones to set up residency with a few pair of Canada geese and the ever stalwart blue heron.
I'm not sure if they are all ahead of schedule or not. All I can say is the weather patterns have changed. More wind. Stronger storms. Extremes in both directions. Climate change is real, folks. Mother Earth is having having hot flashes... and we're the cause of her 'menopause.' Hope we can survive her mood swings.
