The red-winged blackbirds were noisily playing a game of hide and seek in the bushes by the bay; while the Hungarians were having a friendly contest with the Poles, of ‘who-can-catch-the-most-fish?’ on the other side.
The dandelions are an explosion of brightness and hope; essential workers for the bees.
The tulips are red carpet beauties. Too beautiful to behold.
After being heavy-laden with a freak spring snow and bowed down to the ground, the forsythia bounced back in all its astonishing yellow regality, more proud and exuberant than ever.
Being human, it is so hard not to judge the behaviour of the birds.
When the male cardinal feeds his wife, it is beautiful and touching. And when the cowbird spends half an hour in the feeder on the window because she has nothing better to do because another bird is raising her young, she is selfish and despicable.
The starlings are going mad over the suet when the squirrels let them have a chance. The nuthatch makes a casual appearance and the common grackle saunters confidently below snatching up the crumbs.
The American goldfinch makes an unexpected visit to the porch-swing feeder; carefully picking out the black-oil sunflower seeds and the nyjer.
The mourning doves relax among the new dandelions; luxuriously stretching their wings like someone just waking up.
Juncos and sparrows interchange spots; each jockeying for position.
The American robin ignores all and concentrating on his task, listens for worms.