harbinger of spring

Early yesterday evening I was out by the woodpile and I heard a really raucous calling from downriver.  It got closer and closer and before long a kingfisher landed in a nearby tree.  He called out in all directions a couple times times, then took off back down the river.   

This was pretty cool, not just because I like kingfishers, but because it was the first sign of “non-winter” life that I’ve seen so far this season.  It was a tangible reminder that light and life are stretching their arms.  With the warmer days and thawing snow, things are beginning to stir.

Easter is coming…