Canadian maple buds. Check.
Coltsfoot. Check.
Mating-crazed junco obsessed with its reflection in my car’s mirror. Check.
Chickadee and mourning dove calling from the treetops. Check. Check.
Creepy crawlies under the garden stones: Millipede, earthworm, beetle, salamander. Check. Check. Check. Check.
Slug. Check.
Red squirrel defending its territory. Check.
Snowshoe hare on the lawn. Check.
The first periwinkle of the season. Check.
Hope rekindled. Check.
It’s good when hope is rekindled. It’s good when Amy-Lynn writes a blog. Check!
It’s good when Kathy comes by for a visit :) Check.
What an unusual checklist of spring, Amy! The snowshoe hare looks sooo soft and fluffy – silly question, probably, but can you touch him? ;-) I’d totally snuggle him!
As to that bird flying into your mirror – I’ve never heard of anything like that before: is this *normal*? Does he knock himself out against reflective surfaces like windows and mirrors? Poor thing…
Reggie, these images are all taken from my yard in the past few days. I was thrilled to see the snowshoe hare. It had been awhile since I’d seen one. They used to allow me to get quite close but I’ve only ever handled the babies that would hop out of their nest in my rosebushes. They’d be frightened by the sound of the lawnmower so I’d stop mowing and place them back in the nest. I’d always wear leather gloves to handle them for fear of being bitten so never felt their softness. In the past I’ve been bitten by baby red squirrels that had fallen from their nest in the trees. They’re all so cute but nasty little biters.
As for the birds banging themselves on the car mirrors… they’ve been so relentless that I’ve resorted to wrapping the mirrors with plastic bags. I’m guessing it’s a male trying to protect its territory by challenging the other male it sees in the mirror. I’ve seen the same type of bird do the same thing on other vehicles in the neighborhood. I hope they don’t knock themselves out in the process.
Ahhh, thank you for your explanations, Amy. You truly do live in a wonderful place.
Your spring inventory is very appealing. I’m green with location envy. :) Love the slug pic. lol
47whitebuffalo, isn’t that slug luscious? Ha ha! It’s cool, drizzly and overcast today, so don’t be too green ;)
Nice choices, Amy-Lynn, and they do entirely capture the hopefulness of spring. Silly juncoes. Wise little red squirrel.
Gerry, where else could you find silliness, wisdom and hope all together except in springtime?
Whew…glad Spring passed your checklist. :) A good photographic inventory.
Thank you Scott :)
A great post, I do so love the onset of Spring :-) A very different inventory to what mine would be too so wonderful to see. I love the Salamander :)
Chrissy Marie, I love it too. It is the best of times and the salamanders are the icing on the cake. Thanks for stopping by.
More walks with Amy-Lynn … check !
Yes yes Sybil :)
Sounds like spring has decided to stick around for a while up there in Nova Scotia! Love that day moon, the squirrel and the bunny – great pictures!
Barbara, it was cold this morning while walking in the salt marsh but the sun is shining and I’m pretty sure our spring weather isn’t going to take too great a step backwards.
Day moons are one of those awesome things aren’t they?
I love your snowshoe hare! And now I know where our pretty little dark-eyed juncos went. Be sure to send them back come fall/winter.
Patti, I saw another snowshoe hare on the trail this morning. They are on the hop :)
The juncos are cute little birds but it’s a pain to have to keep putting plastic bags on my vehicle whenever I park it in the driveway. Over the years I’ve stumbled across many of their nests in the yard. They build them on a slope on the ground. Once they’re done their business here I’m sure they’ll be back to see you.
Love spring. Everyone loves a hare. But my favorites are: the bird that was obsessed with its reflection and a squirrel.
Nadezhda, it is a wonderful time. I can see most of these creatures year-round, but in the spring they all seem to be on a mission, hopping, flying or racing among the trees with seemingly no time to spare.