My daughter, Gracie, just called me over to the window to see the first meadowlark of the season. He cut a dashing figure in my little redbud tree–a true harbinger of spring.
I have missed this little guy’s earnest song which always seems to welcome the morning with such intensity and delight. Soon, he and his missus will be constructing their nests in the pasture grasses to raise their fluffy babies. The kids and I love walking the meadows in careful search of their camouflage abodes.
Soon, the bobolinks and great blue herons will also be returning to their summer homes. We are ready!