Spring is slowly creeping in around us. There's still a great chill in the air, and many mornings the pond is frozen and the frogs have burrowed deeper into the mud and leaves beneath--hunkering down for another day. They come to the surface on the warmer days and we can hear them all the way up the hill to our house. There are Spring Peepers, Green Frogs, and Bull Frogs. When we walk or drive by the pond, we can see their breathing rings on the surface of the water.
We also have birds. The past couple of weeks, we've had Wood Ducks and Mallards visiting our pond. They usually only stay a day or two, and then they're off to some other local body of water.
The bird feeder has seen its share of visitors as well. From our living room window, we can see the White-Breasted Nuthatches, the Chickadees, the Tufted Titmice, the Mourning Doves and the occasional Blue Bird.
S was excited when March 20th rolled around. He thought he'd wake up to warm, sunny weather and a creek crawling with salamanders. He's been waiting their return all winter. However, the first day of spring brought a dusting of snow for our region and temps in the 20s. No salamanders yet.
In the meantime, we're all stir-crazy, and itching to spend our days outside. As I write this, Vivian naps and T and S are turning over the soil in our little patch of garden...even though it's only 38 degrees outside.