I couldn’t find any wildflowers yesterday to mark the start of spring but a bluebird was singing notifying me of his return from his winter vacation. So I cleaned out the bluebird houses, which meant evicting numerous squatters whom some would not vacate very easily and may take some more convincing before they decide to move on. And then there were houses where the squirrels enlarged the opening to get inside. I have plenty of hollow oak trees for the squirrels so they are wearing out their welcome by wrecking my birdhouses, eating the bird seed and peeing on my screens.
The bluebird may have headed south since a cooler morning but the cardinal is singing up a storm but I not too sure the female is listening. But I just heard a robin so now it can snow three times this week and spring will be officially here.
Return of the Bluebird
