|Sunset through forest|
The latest chill (and I sure hope it was the last big one of this season) is easing. The dog-toothed violets appear to have come through okay for the most part. I have yet to see any other flowers in the forest, but I am beginning to notice a green "haze" around some shrubs. That haze will no doubt soon become leaves, perhaps tomorrow when the temperature warms to seasonal levels again.
In the mornings, I hear two summer visitors—the eastern phoebe and the robins among the ever-present cardinals. Now is the time of year when, for a few days, I have both robins and juncos. It always seems odd to me to see the northern visitors and the southern visitors together. The togetherness doesn’t last long. Many of the juncos have already left.
As yet, I’ve not yet heard the song of the wood thrush or the cry of the ovenbird. It is still a few days, perhaps a week, too early for them here. I expect them about April 23, though occasionally they are 3-4 days later than that. Once they arrive, the morning chorus of bird song will be in nearly full voice, loud enough to wake me up in mornings without the need for an alarm.
For now, the forest shows signs of waking up after a very long, winter nap. It still has a ways to go, but the slumber is ending.