|First Arrivals of 2014, March 8|
|Fixing Feathers for a Moment's Pause|
|Flying Into the Mist|
|Efficient Feeders, These Robins|
|It Must be Daylight Savings Time|
And they there are, standing in icy puddles upon the concrete-slush still holding Elmira Pond captive, two Canada geese. So it begins.
It may be the early morning light or a groggy-eyed illusion, but one goose looks bigger than the other. I wonder if this is a couple seeking real estate for raising goslings. Or, perhaps, it's a few of last season's brood returning to the pond where they were born, having survived eagles, trains and trucks.
One goose pecks at feathers, preening while pausing at the pond. Other than that, the pair doesn't settle in and after a brief stay they fly off toward the ghostly bare aspens into the mountain mist. But they were there. The first migratory visitors of 2014.
As the day progresses, a flutter of wings captures my attention. A flock of robins are fussing about the garage near the dead sunflowers. Wherever grass is showing, there's a robin. They even alight into the pine trees.
No matter which window I look out, I see a robin. I also hear the buzzing of flies. It annoys me, that frantic buzz-buzz-buzz, wings against the glass pane. I'm glad the robins are here to dine. Eat up, fair robins.
The dogs mirror my habit of window-watching and each stands with ears perked, having caught sight of the robins. Bobo loves to chase robins and butterflies. Grendel just likes to bark at them.
We can all feel spring moving in our bones, seeping like the water-melt upon the pond. Each morning will be a wonder--what visitors do we have today?
Just in time for daylight savings--two sightings upon the pond in a single day. March 8 is marked as the first day for arrivals.
Remember to spring forward and set your clocks ahead one hour tonight!