This morning during a break from Elaine and I watching
Mad Men, which is part of our Sunday morning quiet time, I went out to the henhouse to let down the gangplank. Our alpha rooster Boss sprinted out to the plank and began a paroxysm of non-stop crowing to greet the dawn.
Boss senses, I believe, as do all creatures that spring is on the brink. We had two snowfalls this past week here in Southwest Virginia, but they weren't "serious snows." After the precipitation stopped, the snow quickly melted and the temporary inclement conditions couldn't stop the wildlife and their spring restiveness.
Early to mid-March is a transition month for wildlife, as the green up has not quite begun and
winter is not quite over. I have noticed that the songbirds have commenced singing, not just the usual early singers such as cardinals, Carolina wrens, and mourning doves, but also field sparrows, tufted titmice, and white-breasted nuthatches.
I have yet to hear my first gobble from a wild turkey, but it is just a matter of time.
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