There are some signs of spring out there. They may be a bit tenuous, but they’re enough to encourage me to believe perhaps it will come early to our part of the world. And if it does – to those of you east of the Rockies, I shall huff and I shall puff and I shall blow spring your way.
In the mornings when I have my coffee, Shasta often joins me, jumping into what used to be husband’s chair, watching, watching out the window, ready to save me from peril if some wild creature chooses to venture into the yard. Wild creature like – a rabbit, maybe. Or a neighbor dog or cat. The big, ferocious wild creatures that are wont to this way come.
Chickadees – or nuthatches. I cannot be sure. Sometimes, sometimes far too often, they pose beautifully. Until I click the camera. It’s as if they have an agreement, to sit prettily until the creature on the other side of the glass puts the black thing to her eye. Then – move! Hide your faces. As they do this, they do not chuckle. They laugh – then they fly away to tell their friends about this oh-so-fun game.
This is a red-breasted nuthatch. He had not yet heard about the game. He was followed by a purple finch and his mate, but they had heard about the game and so they shall not find their 15 seconds of fame on my blog. Yet. I have patience and I have time. They will be back.
These signs are enough for me. For now. Maybe – just maybe – those of you that are still being pelted by freezing rain and white flakes falling from the sky and those of you whose outdoor temperatures refuse to climb to melt the snow and ice, will take heart. Hold on to hope. It will come, spring will. We will hope for sooner rather than later.