It's funny to me how the arrival and sighting of different birds throughout the season evoke certain happy feelings.This morning I heard an oriole before I saw it. I had thought that I heard one's throaty call yesterday at my home. Sure enough, I spotted the delightful bright orange of the Baltimore oriole who was singing in the tree top. I love seeing their unique hanging nests in the trees in the fall when the leaves disappear. They are amazingly engineered. It's getting harder and harder to find the birds as the trees continue to leaf out. I am already needing more patience to see my little feathered friends. We're enjoying another warm day with storms and then sun. Spring is so lovely!
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