So the Authors in Bloom hop is over. I'll pick a winner from the comments. If you hear from me, you've won. :) Thanks for participating everyone.
The wind is howling, and I do mean howling. I have the feeling more than one tree has fallen around here and I'm not looking forward to seeing the damage in the light of day. The heavy rains have flooded the roads. No worries. I'm a writer. I'll just imagine I'm in a castle on a hill surrounded by a moat.
The rains have also greened up my yard. Needless to say, I've been thinking about spring. Here in the Midwest the robins
and red-winged blackbirds have returned already. It's that whole early bird gets the worm
thing. They get the best nesting spots and territory so when the first
females return, they're all set to razzle dazzle. The early birds sure
got a rude awakening this morning with this wind. At least they don't have their eggs or chicks just yet. I
feel sorry for the little guys. When the wind finally dies down, they'll be singing their little hearts out. That's always a kick at 3 am.
The oddest part of the
spring migration is the birds' desire to go to war with their
reflections in my window. He's not here yet, but I have one crazy robin
that challenges his mirror image a few times a day. It will get worse
when the woodpeckers start. They like to pound holes into my house's
cedar siding. Even the squirrels "go off their nut". I can't tell you
how much their hanging on the screen door irritates my little dog. All
she can think about is chomping them. Everything is twitterpated with
spring. Remember this?