The birds are happy.
After several months of the cold and rain, the weather has begun to turn. Yesterday the sun came out all day, and the temperature climbed to 14 degrees (that’s 57 for those of you in Oregon City). When Kris and I left to run errands, I was wearing long underwear, a turtleneck, and a woolen jacket. “Hm,” I said. “I’m going to be too hot.”
In the afternoon, I watched the birds come and go while Kris pruned the roses. The cats basked in the sun. Toto stretched on the floor of the parlor, befriending a sunbeam. She was so happy, in fact, that when Max came in, she tolerated his presence, even though he was playing with her tail!
Today isn’t nearly as warm, and the skies are overcast. It’ll probably rain. But the birds don’t care. They can sense the coming spring. They’re chirping and flitting about the yard. The flickers seem to be especially pleased.
One male flicker is sitting outside my office right now. Every thirty seconds or so, he pecks the metal gutter: t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t. The other neighborhood flickers fly to his side, hang around for a while, and then leave. The females spread their tail feathers in courtship.
Spring isn’t here, but the world can sense it approaching.
I always like the temp for those in Oregon City. The temp in Oregon City just makes more sense to me! 🙂
Are the cats happy that the birds are happy? 😉
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Isn’t it wonderful? I’m savoring these moments (and the sunshine when we have it), because I know they are fleeting this time of year. That said, it does feel like the weather has shifted–many plants are budding out, the birds are great in number and very active, and the squirrels have taken over the yard. Hanna and Ruby are spending more time outdoors, taking in their larger, wilder yard. Their moods seem uplifted much as mine does.