Catkins emerge like caterpillars crawling from a tree. One after another glowing in the forest light.
One after another springing to life.
Another sign spring has sprung.
We recently have seen a couple of these small guys buzzing about in the shrubs where we like to take an afternoon walk. Not a bird we have the pleasure of seeing very often so their presence this spring has been a treat.
Cedar Waxwings picking over the same patch of dried berries that the Robins found appealing in yesterdays post. We only see the Waxwings for a week each year and only in the fall. This year they were right on schedule and arrived sometime during the last week of November and had departed by last weekends walk through the woods.
A small Brown Creeper eyes the way onward and upward with the hopes of finding a small grub along the sloping landscape of a cottonwood tree.
Before the leaves blew down.
Before it was dark too soon.
Before November in a place not far from home.
Golden fall colors reflecting upon a very calm lake. Silence is golden.