Tuesday, April 02, 2019

The Homecoming

First come jubilant skeins of of geese flying in from the south and singing their return, ducks splashing about in the melted alcoves of local rivers, much quacking in roadside puddles. A single heron perches on the frozen shore of Dalhousie Lake and wonders why on earth she has come home so early in the season. Trumpeter swans and loons have more sense, and they will not return for several weeks, until there is much more open water.

Then, there are larks and killdeer, beaky snipe and woodcock, a handful of plucky robins, the graceful "v" shapes (dihedrals) of turkey vultures soaring majestically over the Two Hundred Acre Wood and rocking effortlessly back and forth in their flight. From below, the light catches their silvery flight feathers and dark wing linings, and the great birds are as magnificent as any eagle.

A solitary goshawk perches in a bare tree on the hill, and a male harrier describes perfect, languid circles over the western field. Both birds are hungry after their long journey north, and they train their fierce yellow eyes on the field below, always on the lookout for a good meal.

This morning, a male cardinal is singing his heart out in the ash tree in the garden, and an unidentified warbler lifts its voice somewhere in the darkness.

Even the weather foretold for this day will be a friend.

1 comment:

Barbara Rogers said...

What a joyful homecoming for all your feathered friends. And while there is water showing where ice was a night ago, I imagine there is slush happening on the land. Sorry about that.