Spring is in the air

We spent half an hour yesterday morning watching a pair of bluebirds pop in and out of our bird houses, one after another, and then back through each house again. In recent summers, Carolina wrens have lived in them, but never bluebirds. According to the New Columbia Encyclopedia (given to us by mother and father years ago—3,052 pages of information, from A to Zyrians), the bluebird "usually nests in orchards or on the edges of woodlands but will use nesting boxes..they have a cheerful call and a sweet, warbling song." No sign yet that they were convinced. (Sorry about the lack of pictures. John and his incredible lenses might have caputured it.)

On the other side of the house, the first yellow crocus is just about in full bloom. Thousands more any day.

But there was snow on the ground this morning, and more is predicted for tonight.

Henry and Eli aren't aren't letting snow and wind and that whole "weather" thing upset them.

Bluebirds, yellow crocuses, snow, fat cats. Could it be more exciting?