My lake is finally open, so it is time to grab the
binocular and scan it for incoming waterfowl. That's the good news. The bad news, this weekend, was the two days of torrential rain, so never got a chance to do much birding. Not really complaining, though. The air has that "spring" feel to it and the cardinals and some robins are starting to sing in the early morning darkness as I pedal to work. As much as I appreciate winter for my cross country skiing, I am more than happy to change gears, so to speak, and get going on my spring
birding. If you are an avid birder, you know what spring means. My magic number on warbler species this year is twenty. Joanie and her
birding binoculars are ready. Come on, migration!