It’s been getting warmer for the last few days, and all around the hill, a few of the more daring oaks have started sprouting buds and getting ready to unfurl this years leaves.
Around breakfast time, the turkey troop came up onto the hill pecking at the ground. The kitchen window afforded an excellent front row seat, so I sat with my coffee and admired the show.
Though the toms are more flamboyant, the hens also possess iridescent feathers, and break out in unexpected patches of colors sometimes when they move and the light is just so.
The day started getting cloudy, then breaking out into light scattered rain. In between showers, the local birds carried on making a living.
Birds love perching on the kindling and logs around the fire pit in the front of the house when they sweep by to peck around for food.
This is a black phoebe.
The true sign of spring, a robin sitting among the buds of an oak.
Then a thunderstorm blew in, with near constant lightning, and hail suddenly started to fall hard, loud rapping on the metal roof overhead, for about half an hour. Some of the hail was an inch or so in size. Glad I was inside!
Okay, what a day.