Officially, spring is about 24 hours away, but unofficially she's arrived. Today at the hollow I was serenaded by a lone sandhill crane, a lone red-winged blackbird, and not a few wood frogs beckoning longer days (and mates to boot). I even spied a lone housefly. A lovely 51 degree day. This should be a fecund season.
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