It's not every day that I see a new bird at the cabin. I've lived here 17 years now and have 130 species on my cabin list. I am happy to report that this morning (in poor light) I found a new bird on one of the snowmaking ponds--an American coot.
The resdient Canada geese are not pleased, nor are the mallard pair that frequent the pond. But for now the bird is here, snaking between the cat-o-nine tails at the far end of the pond.
This morning a rainbow appeared before the rain, before the sun poked above the eastern horizon. It was the earliest in the day I've even seen a rainbow. I was walking Dog, and we had just reached the far end of our morning walk. I turned around to head back to the cabin and there it was, just waiting for me to turn around and see its early morning glory. The 'bow was almost directly overhead, highlighted in the cloudy sky. As it was still early and only just at sunrise, the camera was not with me, so this rainbow will remain only as a picture in my mind. Dog, I must say, was unimpressed, but it took my breath away.
Around the cabin spring continues in a headlong rush. More plants pop up each day. The leaves are visibly further along from morning to night. My view to the west is fast disappearing, and soon I will be living within the green box of the dense summer forest again.