The puzzled look on this Horned lark reflects my own lack of enthusiasm for our current snow emergency!
Winter decided to drop a late March load of snow on our heads. I wouldn't go so far as to say it was a cruel blow but lets just say that the ice left the river a week ago and the first flower of spring, a crocus, popped it's head out of the earth two days later and I partook of certain foolish rites like putting away the snow shovel and getting out the rake . The spring birds had started to arrive and I was zipadedoda happy trimming trees in the orchard and picking up sticks the yard. Winter is the house guest that stayed to long, finally leaves and unexpectedly returns a week later bags in hand with a cheery "Hi, how are you!"
|The quintessential harbinger of spring in the North country is the Robin but not this year!|
|In like a lion out like a lamb? If there is snow on your upper beak March 24th there will be little comfort in cliches!|
I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.