After 20+ years I've learned that spring in the mountains doesn't mean warm sunshine, daffodils, and green grass. What it means are wetter snows, mud, and grey skies. Still, I've come to appreciate more subtle seasonal changes like the deer shedding and becoming raggedy, an occasional robin, and when Kitara & Moonbeam, driven by hormones, begin to wander outside of our yard. Another sign that winter is ending is when every year these two wild mallards (just back from migration) remember us and stand in our driveway waiting impatiently for someone to throw them some scratch.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The Mallards Are Back!
After 20+ years I've learned that spring in the mountains doesn't mean warm sunshine, daffodils, and green grass. What it means are wetter snows, mud, and grey skies. Still, I've come to appreciate more subtle seasonal changes like the deer shedding and becoming raggedy, an occasional robin, and when Kitara & Moonbeam, driven by hormones, begin to wander outside of our yard. Another sign that winter is ending is when every year these two wild mallards (just back from migration) remember us and stand in our driveway waiting impatiently for someone to throw them some scratch.
