Warblers and spring

I have satisfactorily reassured myself that I did not miss my favorite sign of Spring while I was in the hospital: the blossoming of the local redbud trees. It’s our neighbors who have them in spades, not us. For a few days, though, we have clouds of deep pink blooms seemingly floating through the air before their green leaf buds take over the show.

It seems like a trivial thing to miss when you’re fighting for your life and that whole business, but now that I’m reasonably sure that I get to live, I want to enjoy my redbuds. And the robin and cardinal song in the early mornings. These two species duel each other every morning on the front lawn, which my sick room overlooks. In the back of the house, you can get a few more wrens or a passing flycatcher.

I have a friend who claims to have a probability equation that will tell us just exactly when The Flock of Kirtland’s warblers flies overhead on its yearly journey from the Bahamas to the scrub pine thickets of Michigan, where they spend the summer with Shirl. I’ve never tried this out; I’m sure the equation is legendary rather than real. But I’d really like to see a Kirtland’s warbler now that I come to think of it…

3 thoughts on “Warblers and spring

  1. It’s been too long since I stopped by – glad to see you’re back home and well on your way to feeling better.

    It seems to me that spring is coming later than normal this year…. or maybe my expectations are a little ahead of reality.

    Take care šŸ™‚

  2. oh those Jack Pines of Northern Michigan. Not much good for anything . . . except for the Kirtland! I’ve never seen one myself. They’re supposed to be about 170 miles due north of me.

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