Regardless of what the calender says, Spring has sprung here on the farm. Last night when I walked out to load the wood-fired boiler for the night I heard the Spring Peepers for the first time this year. For those of you who are unfamiliar, the spring peepers are a tiny frog 3/4" to 1" long that live in wooded wetland areas. The males create a chirping sound (or a peep) to attract a mate, and let me tell you there was a whole heck of a lot of mate searching going on last night. Thousands of tiny voices raised in the dark. It is a sure sign of spring here and I laughed out loud when I heard it.
The bird song is another change on the wind right now, the migratory birds are on the move. We've seen (and heard) huge flocks of Canada and Snow Geese moving north in the past week. In the fields around the farm the Red-wing Blackbirds and Meadowlarks have returned in force are are singing out their territorial rights. The finches have been here all winter, but their songs have changed and we are now treated to long, complicated arias from the tips of branches.
So the calender may say that Spring starts on Friday, but here on the farm, it was sung into place last night.