When I walked into my scrapbook room this morning, I could hear a wren singing away. He'd warble his cheery little song and then wait, and in a matter of seconds another wren would answer from not far away. I carefully opened the blinds to see him sitting in the spirea bush right outside the window and then watched as he'd turn his face to the sun and start his song. Just a foot or two away from me, his little throat vibrated with each trill then he'd cock his head to listen for the reply. This went on for several minutes before he flew away...maybe he was off to meet up with his companion.
I feel sure they were discussing the fact that spring is nearly here. It wasn't just the warmer spell we're enjoying again; Mr. Wren was taking an up close and personal look at the spirea bush he was perched in and seeing this:
There are little tiny green leaves sprouting on the branches. Not all of them yet but enough to make me believe spring can't be far away. And I can't remember a spring when I've been more eager for it to arrive. It's not that we've had a particularly bad winter because we haven't. There have been a few cold nights...well, cold for us, but we have that most winters. I'm just ready for warm days on a regular basis and for the chance to work outside.
I have one more deadline to meet and then I'm planning to do just that. Work in the yard, check to see what else is sprouting and yes, catch up on all those e-mails I've let accumulate over the last week or two. Me and the birds...we'll both be grateful for the sunshine, but you'll be relieved to know I plan to leave the singing to Mr. Wren. So come on, spring...I'm ready!