Sunday, April 10, 2011
Great blue herons have stationed themselves beside the ponds all winter, hunting for frogs. Late March and early April is breeding time and the birds have been perching atop nearby trees. The other night, I thought I heard a wicked cat fight outside, and since the farm cat is coming off a bloody fight with infections and puss, I ran outside to see if I could break it up and protect her. I let the shephard out too, thinking she'd find them quick and disrupt the conflict. As we approached the commotion, however, the participants let out another squak, an old, dinosaur-like broken croak from up in the trees - not cats - I think it was heron love, or at least the physical kind.
April 8th - tree swallows arrive.