Birds are singing again...

...nature’s cycle swings around again, but I’ve only seen two chickadees this spring, and only heard one lonely male sing the classic “IT’S SPRING” wake up call. Dunno why.

Nursery dog looks at me wondering why I’m so weird. Who notices stuff like that???

I dunno the answer to that question either. I walked past one of the machines yesterday morning before anyone else got to work and noticed the rust had eaten through the corner of the loader’s bucket and made interesting light patterns I’d never noticed before- thanks to tech, I snapped a pic.

I saw movement the other day, noticed two mourning doves hanging out on top of our mulch retaining wall. They seem at first to be dull crappy birds- kinda like pigeons. Flying rats.

But outdoor workers who have any interest in nature can begin to notice redeeming qualities once they start getting to know them. They make that soulful song you can mimic by blowing through cupped hands. I think they mate for life (rare trait in the humanoid world). They reproduce really early in the spring and build their nests on top of what I would consider a kindling pile of twigs like you use to start a fire. Carelessly tossed into a flat pile. Their kids are raised frugally- no frills in these families. No time wasted engineering bomb proof nests, that’s for sure. The stick piles are either carelessly located on the gravel right out there in the open, or in the crotches of eight foot Norway spruce trees. HOWEVER, because they waste no time on stupid nests carefully constructed, their kids graduate college before all other species’ children have ever even gotten on the bus for the first time.