This will set a record for short blogpost. It's after midnight, and I will catch up tomorrow.
This morning (actually yesterday morning now), was absolutely gorgeous -- the skies were Carolina blue. The birds were singing like mad out back. Was that because they are happy? Well, we like to think so, and in particular because Spring is coming. But in fact male birds do most of the singing, and it's for one of two reasons: (1) a message to other males -- stay out of my territory, or (2) a message to females -- come into my territory, sweet thing.
That's how the world turns.
Superdawg took charge of our walk as she increasingly does. We have three basic routes, and she never chooses the same one back to back. Today was the long jaunt through the woods and to the big lake where all sorts of water fowl were present. Still haven't seen any snakes slithering out of their winter quarters. That's a good thing. We may trade the lake route for a beach route when that happens.
Sure, the obsolete knee ached. But it was a good day, a very good day. The weekend will be warm, and all creatures will be thinking Spring. And singing it, too, whatever their hidden agenda.
© Robert G. Holland 2013