Spring Comes, Whatever the Weather

Though our spring felt strangely like winter for a long time, at some point a pair of blackbirds moved into Arctic Boy’s birdhouse. They are not my favorite birds, but everyone needs a home, right?

This morning I took advantage of the dry sidewalk and blue sky to go out and take some photos. The sidewalk was cold to my bare feet, but not nearly as cold as the dewy grass, so I sat down on the pavement and got in bird-stalker mode. It took almost 10 minutes for the birds to settle down and decide I wasn’t a threat and they could go ahead and feed the babies.

Those babies have the noisiest graack I’ve ever heard. I don’t suppose that the sound of a human baby caterwauling is much prettier though, now that I think about it. I remember as a new mom, being in the supermarket and hearing the baby of some other mother start crying in hunger and thinking, “Woman, feed your child, before my milk lets down!” The telepathy never seemed to work and I’d end up quite soaked.  Graack! Guess I sounded like a blackbird when that happened…

winner-winner, chicken dinner 🙂