Deer are the first sign that
Spring has come … tracks up the
snow-laden driveway and in the
small meadow lakeside, wary polite
encounters when we drive up and
down our narrow dirt roads — the now
wiser deer engaging us, gauging our
movements and moments to dash from
one side to the other … full-rumped from
their winter encampments where they
avoid the few predators that dare the
deep woods, eat their fill of winter
mast and await the birthing of their
fawns in May and June.
The robins come a month before, about now,
often arriving in a big gang then scattering to
build nests and pair off. The Akwesasne say
they’re a sign of good luck and at least one pair
has chosen the eaves of our log home for the
past half-dozen years. They pluck the winter
grass become straw smack stalks together with
mud and start laying their eggs. My heart bursts with
paternal pride when the fledglings pop
their heads over the nest and then gingerly
take the leap.
How I yearn for their return.
Photo at top: Family of robins by Andrew Spencer/Almanack file photo
Lovely ❤️
Thank you.
What a beautiful picture! Warmer weather is on it’s way.
Very nice! 🌷
Thai you all for supportive comments. Thank you Melissa for posting. Much appreciated.
Jack