Spring at last

Everywhere I went this last winter seems like everyone sez "Are you tired of winter yet?" Ya, I guess the older I get the more I long for spring.

At about the 21st of March, the red, red robin came bob bobbin along (wishful think'n) snow banks everywhere.

Of course the humble chickadee and the upside down Nuthatch were with us all winter. I've fed'em. I see'um sneak in the barn a lot.

Some Grosbeaks showed up after the salt by the back steps. Why? I have no idea. There has been bunches of Pine Siskin around for some time chirp'n away.

Don't see or hear warblers much anymore. They have such a beautiful voice. The nasty cow birds have been their downfall.

We see some western Tanagers, can't miss them all that yellow and red head. As they all nest they'll be sing'n their heart out.

Our resident hen turkey showed up to bed early in the winter. Her and five of last year's offspring. Every time I headed to the barn they'd follow me like I was the pied piper.

This winter was tough on all the wild creatures. An old doe and three young'uns showed up to be also. Granddaughter's miniature aussie will chase them a ways if they run. But sometimes the old doe stands her ground and stamps her foot at him. It's comical.

And we got old Curley the mustang wintering here. He has a bad hip. Couldn't put him down on winter pasture with the rest of the bunch. I'm afraid it's fearless Curley's last winter.

If you've ever crossed the bridge there over the gorge headed up the south fork from Spotted Bear, you might have horses or mules that don't like the looks of that thing. None of ours would cross until Curley crossed. Just another day on the trail for the old mustang.

Anyway, we'll see what summer brings.