I love spunky little Marsh Wrens. They prefer the safety of hiding down in the cattails, but it’s that time of year and they’re not going to meet That Special Someone down in the basement. So they take the risk, come up top, and sing their love call. It might sound like robotic clicks to us, but to a wren it’s Puccini.
“What is it?” “I don’t know. It’s pretty fast and flies around like a swallow.” “That’s no swallow. Could it be a bat?” ”But it’s daylight.” Sure enough, it was a bat. Bats don’t like daylight much but they are known to come out and
Woody eyeballs a path to the juicy bug goodness hidden in the tree.
“Honey, look what I picked up at the Home Depot!“
I almost forgot to show the Sandhill Cranes some love this year! Each spring, millions migrate from the Gulf Coast to their breeding grounds in Canada. There’s also a smaller migration from the Gulf of California to Alaska. We’ve been to Nebraska for the cranes. March can be