It must be love
There are three things I look for every year that herald’s the coming of spring – a chorus of spring peepers, a singing cardinal, and the phoebe’s arrival. Sometimes they occur in that order, sometimes you have to wait a bit for the peepers.
It was a crisp and cold walk this morning from the car to the office, with blue sky and barely a breeze. Right on cue, I heard my first song of spring – a male cardinal singing his heart out by McKamley Chapel. It happens like that every spring. Always on a brilliant blue morning, I hear my first cardinal of spring at the same spot, same tree.
I’ll have to wait awhile for the first phoebe. Usually they wake me up on a sunny (weekend) morning in April declaring they have returned to raise another family. In the meantime, I’ll just have to enjoy the cardinals song.
