Winter can pack its bags and leave any day now. There’s nowhere to put any more snow, and even the Mourning Doves are tired of all of the wind chill advisories.
The juncos are hopping around under the feeders looking for seeds, and each time they stop they stand on one leg so they can warm the other leg in their puffed-up feathers.
Thankfully there are a few signs of spring. The birds are starting to make noise again. The other day as I shoveled snow—again—2 cardinals were in a singing competition for breeding territory.
And more bright-yellow spring feathers are starting to peek out on the male goldfinches.
