This little screech owl lives in our back yard some of the year. On the first days of spring he looks like this because he is trying to get out into the sun as much as possible without giving up the comfort of the warm room behind him. So it was when we went for a drive in the sun on Sunday. Folks out in the garages and on their porches acting just like this owl.
Children getting on buses this afternoon were stashing jackets in their bags and there wasn’t a mitten in sight. Getting off those buses it was important for drivers to wait a few more seconds because small feet were exploring puddles.
When I walked across a parking lot full of melting snow and mud today I thought of the wonderful days of spring in the school yard when we built elaborate systems of rivers dams and lakes with the melting snow that ran down the slope from the ball diamonds toward the monkey bars. Endless hours of fun and the gentle, musty smell of wet dirt in our nostrils.
A red wing blackbird and a flock of starlings shooed all the pretty winter birds away from the feeder today. Someone posted pictures of swans and I can hardly wait to hear their haunting call in the night. I looked in the garden to see if there was any sign of snowdrops peeking up through the white mounds.
Yes we will likely get more snow but the spell that winter cast over the earth for what seemed like an eternity this year has been broken.