I was not the one to find the first morel of the year. Luckily, I’m very fond of my friend Zaac, who has a wonderful ability to spot an emerging morel in leaves.
I was surprised to see how much time this garter snake spent checking me out:
First light must come to the tree tops around here at 3:45 AM, when the robins raise their joyful voices. Bird identification is much easier when I can see them and hear them. But so many voices call at once.
I rarely get close enough to a bluebird to photograph it:
After a few days that felt like summer, the flowers are popping open. I love the sight of this trailing arbutus or Mayflower (Epigaea repens), even though it reminds me of global warming.
Bird Lady confirmed that my tolerant hawk is an immature redtail. Maybe these other tolerant individuals are also immatures:
Spring is a magical time, full of hope, promise and learning. Hopefully these young ones will survive long enough to perpetuate their species.