3.03.2022

It's March! And they're back.

"Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing; but in her vanishings there seems to be ever the waving of a hand, in all her partings a promise of meetings farther along the road."

― Richard Le Gallienne
Though not my first Red-winged Blackbird of the year, I spotted three Monday morning at a cattail marsh along Mineral Point Road just before Pine Bluff. Now there are even more. This week I also saw my first Sandhill Cranes and Snow Geese of spring. Spring Migration 2022 is on. 
Though soon to be relegated to the commonly banal, the first Red-winged Blackbirds are a welcomed harbinger of spring. They return en masse and commit to the destination. Though we can still get several inches of snow on any given day now through most of April, the blackbirds will stay. Though females will return later, the males are busy establishing and defending territories they will use for the forthcoming breeding season. Agelaius phoeniceus means flocking and red ― their promise is as absolute as anything I know in Nature, and this is just as comforting as their konk-la-ree song. Those songs along with the fragrance the spring thaw is impossibly spectacular to the senses. 
Welcome home, boys!

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