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HARBINGERS of SPRING It was mid February and I was out for a walk on a snowy and cold monochromatic day that seemed to defy movement and color. Everything was still—so still. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I caught an impression of deep blue as several blurs of movement flashed past me. Five male Virginia Bluebirds, resplendent in their cobalt blue topcoats and tails They were busy scouting out appropriate territory for their ladies to nest in.  In a few weeks the women will arrive. When they do, the males will sing and sing in an attempt to attract a female to their nesting site, and to keep other males out. If the female feels that the selected nesting site is suitable, by April she will begin the arduous task of building a nest. Comprised of dry grass or pine needles, the nest is shaped like a cup. Photo courtesy of Skyler Ewing Male Eastern Bluebird Each day the female lays a single egg, until three to six are nestled snugly in the nest. Usually the eggs are a delicate turquo

The Pond

The Pond On the bank of the pond surrounded by trees and interspersed with cattails I find refuge As I crunch through the thick carpet of fallen leaves their sweet fragrance envelops me I spy a doe as she sounds her barking alarm call then flicks her white flag and bounds away Around me is the busy, constant peeping of cardinals as they flit from branch to branch. I pause to drink in Their song Above me, a hawk closely observes my approach and waits a beat before sliding smoothly off his perch into flight. Before me, translucent dust motes float lazily I the slanting sunlight of afternoon. A tiny woodpecker circles the base of two trees, moving onto a third before setting to work and drumming out a beat A gaggle of geese is silently swimming I hear their laughter as their contentment rolls out in waves.                                                         --Jill Deming