Well, first off, the spring thaw is picking up! The creek (officially a municipal drain) broke its banks last week and is now receding like Donald Trump's hairline. The birds love it, especially the Canada geese.
As you can see, there's a lot less snow than there was a week ago today! And there are bazillions of Canada geese in them thar fields, should you wish to click on the photo to enlarge and see some of them:
But the best thing is, I saw a pair of Northern Pintail ducks yesterday, a first for me, and I even managed to get some not-so-hot photos with my long lens. Not easy with a couple of dogs jumping around you, wanting to play ball. Ducks are not really keen on Labrador retriever types.
I looked at the pintails through binoculars as well. Very beautiful, and yes, the male does have a long "pintail":
A mallard joined in the fun:
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, er, farmhouse... I was sitting in my office when an explosion of birds flew past my window, the sort of thing that tells me somebody is hunting at my birdfeeders. I looked out my window and wondered why a common grackle was sitting quietly in the hedge:
And finally I said to myself, "Duh! Grackles don't have tails with bars across them! Matter of fact, grackles aren't shaped like that at all. That thing would have to be a grackle on 'roids in heavy make-up!" What I spied through my dirty window (hence the bad picture) was the perpetrator of the birdfeeder attack, a sharp-shinned hawk (correct me if I'm wrong, Happy Wombat Boy! For sure it wasn't a Cooper's hawk -- too small!) The picture is (obviously) NOT great:
I also saw an American Kestrel on my walk yesterday. No pictures of that one, alas. I'm always seeing them around here, sitting on the power lines overlooking the fields; very attractive small killers, formerly known as sparrowhawks.
And here's one of my perennial favourites, the hairy woodpecker, on our suet feeder:
If you want to learn more about birds, check out Happy Wombat Boy's blog! He is extremely knowledgeable about all things avian.
And to show you how spring is slowly progressing in my garden, this is the latest state of affairs in one of the flower beds:
Daffodils, tulips, lilies and others are doing their best to grow!
This is the bed that had the metal roof from the granary on it all winter. My manly-man husband got out his reciprocating saw on Sunday, cutting up the roof and hauling it away. Much, much better..
We spent Saturday looking at zero-turn lawnmower beasts to cut the acres of grass on this farm... sigh. Right now we own a pushmower, and I like that. I hate wasting gas on grass, but we'll see what we can do in the future.
By the end of this week, it is supposed to hit almost 70F. Do you think spring may finally be sprunging? Spranging? Springulating?