Well, here we are on the second of May ending a week with more clouds and rain than sunshine. It is not a surprise, but one wishes for better, the long winter having been as old-fashioned as one could hope.
I find this opening of spring considerably improved over more recent ones because my new hearing aids have been broadcasting bird arrivals in outbursts fit to make me turn the volume down to rock bottom.
I don’t pretend to be a bird watcher. If anything, I am a bird listener who once had a songbird guidebook in anticipation of what I might learn over time.
Alas. Good intentions were overwhelmed by too much time spent inside and not enough outside..
Haven’t a clue as to what happened to the guide, but the hearing aids have helped me recognize the red- winged blackbirds mainly because they swarmed on both sides of Hay Street beyond Green and down to Quill’s pond.
It was so robust, I turned the hearing aids down to rock bottom.
As for pond visitors, there were four wild ducks apparently settling in on Quill’s pond and what appeared to be the ghost of a swan behind some bush growth downstream.
Those, having been provided by Alberta Nutile as she had for many years, didn’t survive the winter, so this one had to have been a visitor.
Alberta left us at winter’s ending. That had been expected for some time, but I knew not of her having left for a warmer climate in Pittsboro, S.C., until a letter from her a few weeks past arrived.
She has not only settled in, but has volunteered to help at Carolina Tiger Rescue in Pittsboro.
Those interested can look it up on Google Earth.