A Red-shouldered Hawk woos me with his strikingly patterned wing span and full tail fan, as he flies from Michael’s Black Cherry tree towards the forest below. More ephemeral than a spring flower but what a warm rush of awe I feel in witnessing this flight.
The bluebirds are ready for spring to finally spread our way too. I cannot help but think he is trying to tell me something coming in out of the bright sunshine, to perch in the cooler shade closer to my door.
I am curious why the bluebirds never eat the crabapples, when so many other birds find them tasty.
Cedar Waxwings are seemingly content harvesting American Cranberry bush Viburnum and crabapple fruit. I am seeing them through a studio sliding door and screen which gives a more pastel feel to the image. The bright yellow tips of their tails remind me of daffodils that must be stirring a bit beneath the snow.
On the ground there are hundreds of animal tracks crisscrossing around the snowy gardens and fields. Here a white-tailed doe gracefully displays her namesake as she walks through the middle garden mirroring the white landscape.
White-tailed Deer do very little damage here but this critter is an entirely different matter. She chomps off-shoots of shrubberies as if they were celery sticks. Clearly some beasts are more compatible for waiting out spring’s return. To be fair to the Eastern Cottontail, I could add that most shrubs do recover from this pruning.
Wild turkeys, however, bring such fun into the gardens. When they fill the scene their liveliness is so comical and uplifting. I sense they are very winter weary too, as they literally leap and lift themselves up into the trees. This hen is not leaping for joy here but for the tiny crabapples that are abundant in the canopies of the small trees.
Sunlight is perfect lighting — illustrating the bronze-green iridescent wild turkey plumage. This male displays his long beard or tuft of hair. I have yet to find an explanation for this odd detail that only males don.