Spring in the air

            Approximately a billion robins mobbed the backyard today – flittery clouds of wings, a choral cacophony of chips and chirps and cheeriupping. A few red-winged blackbirds buzzed their spring song, and I spotted two dapper cedar waxwings in an apple tree.
​            Speaking of apples, my clinging apple has at last disappeared from the pond tree. Among all the possibilities for its final fall, I never anticipated bird consumption, but I think that’s exactly what finished it. Pussywillows decorate the twig tips near the Heron Cove end of our still iced-over pond, though the ice is developing a porous, milky look.
             The temperature is 12 degrees Fahrenheit, but spring is in the air.
           
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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