Quick post to say that now I know that spring has arrived – the first hummingbird arrived on Saturday – tired and hungry. I had the feeder up in time this year – hurrah! And it is good as nothing delicious for him is blooming yet, though the quince is close and will be in flower by the weekend, I think.
And the phoebes with their pretty songs and bobbing tails are back, wondering how to get into that nesting spot we blocked off three years ago. And one did fly into the glass of the storm door, but he flew off again, and we put the screens up so he won’t do that again – at least on that window.
Also, Sunday night we saw a barred owl snacking on the side of the road not too far from home. We hope it is our friend Barry whom we thought was killed by a car, but we don’t know for sure (not having been formally introduced). He hasn’t been back to his tree overlooking the feeders in a while. I wish he would come back, the squirrels are getting too cheeky.
But the really big news?
Our first ever cardinal! He stopped by to check out the feeder last night close to dusk. A spotted him, telling me there was some kind of red bird in the tree. I said, without looking, “Purple finch? They have been around all week” and she said no, it was brighter red. That got me moving! I have seen a pair of them occasionally a few miles away, and our neighbor said she has them occasionally at her feeder, but we had never seen one. I don’t know if he will be back, but he was here once, so there is hope.
The weather might still be cold and raw, but the birds are believing that it will warm up. I am with them.