Our first grackles arrived this morning, the neighborhood's Mr.
Titmouse is singing Peter Peter Peter very cheerily, our chipmunks
got out of bed last week (funny to see all the secret tunnels
revealed with the melting snow), and our flock of redwings is growing
each day, in size and chorus. And Mundi Smithers' "poetry" of the
day must be read over and over. Vermont winters are wonderful but
Spring is something else again, isn't it?