This March Morning

 This March Morning

Sunlight blazes through the trees, and sparkles on ice crystals in the brown grass, turning it red, white, and blue.

Migrant birds begin to reappear after months of winter hiatus in warmer climes down South.

Robins bob along the ground, avoiding the snow, on their never-ending search for worms.

Red wing blackbirds land at the feeder, a sign that the seasonal pond in the woods, which the red wings are attracted to, has been created by snow melt .

A mallard couple finds birdseed below the feeder, dropped down to them by choosy eaters at the feeder, grackles.

A white-breasted nuthatch does his perusal of the maple in his signature style - moving down the trunk while pecking the bark.

A red squirrel, almost bird-like, flits and scrambles up the tree all the way to the top, then descends and gets in on the birdseed laying on the ground that the mallards missed.

Rabbits start to do what all creatures do in Spring - males chase females, cotton tails bobbing 

on the edge of the woods.

Spring, long awaited, is here!