In other words, it's just about spring. I'm glad to see the squirrels are confident about the change of seasons. No one else is. The squirrels scamper across the road in their exuberantly suicidal springtime way, racing to see if they can manage to get under the wheels. Nature on the move.
Chipmunks are back in business.
Our cats play Sylvester with the bluebirds. Yesterday I saw 20 of them file leisurely down the drive from the field, where they browse, morning and evening, on what bare patches they can find. But none of the nation's other creatures seem to be greeting the spring with much confidence or enthusiasm. Television's talking heads look skittish, rueful. There are nasty bears on the newsmagazines, all fangs and snarls.