We’ve had some well-needed rain. The cloud cover persisted all day except for a brief peek of sunshine late in the afternoon. No matter. Spring was going on in the yard full blast.
Courtship is a popular pastime. In the city, couples abound, holding hands, kissing on park benches. In my yard, this male house finch was trying to convince a female that he’s the right guy,
and she was listening for a while…
but then she was resisting…
and in the end seemed to have her doubts.
A robin grabbed a worm right out of the wet ground and then was not sure what he wanted to do with it.
A dark-eyed junco landed in the hawthorn without batting an eyelash. I’ve had one of those thorns go right through a heavy shoe sole. Juncos seemed a bit incongruous during last week’s string of 80-degree days since we associate juncos with winter around here, but they may not necessarily disappear completely until mid-May.
The flowering crab is already beyond full bloom and starting leaves.
A mourning dove forages on the ground under the feeder.
A lone common grackle hogged the sunflower seed feeder periodically and then checked out a bird bath.
The redbud here…
My little chickadee.
Even the scotch pine has spring fever.