One lovely mellow day last fall I went for a drive through the rich plains leading down to the river - an area of lush farm fields and ditches overflowing with tasty treats for wandering warblers, sparrows, and hawks on high.
The Yellow Rumped Warbler is one of the first warblers
to appear in the spring, his cute little butter bum seen flitting
in the bushes and along the edges of fields.
The Song Sparrow is one of the first sparrows to make it back to the Valley. I know for a fact that they have returned, because I've heard then calling out and heralding the rites of Spring. Although I suspect that today
they are hunkered down, hopefully inside a barn out of the wind and rain.
Most likely wondering when the sun is going to shine, and wishing they'd lingered
a little longer on the south side of Lake Ontario!
Here in the middle of winter, a day of rain and temperatures hovering around 0 would have everyone saying things like, " Wow, is it ever mild!"
But in April?? Not so much....
I have just proven, again, that Canadians will always find
some way to talk about the weather.
Must BE the weather that causes this national trait!