Spring is nearly here. I’ve noticed a faint greenish hue to the prairie as I drive around and the birds have started courting. Yesterday I saw turkey toms struttin’ their stuff, the American Goldfinches at the feeder are starting to glow, the House Finches are so red they seem ready to combust, and today I saw and heard several birds honing their rap, hoping to attract the ladies.
There was a Rock Wren performing at Sanford-Yake. He was alone, but didn’t let it get him down. You can see how passionate he was–closed eyes are a sure sign of sincerity.