The waterfowl are slowly arriving. The days haven't become warmer, so just as the bears are slow to wake, the birds are slow to migrate. The north wind is frigid and terribly hard to fly against. So many of the feathered creatures are staying south for a little while longer. I have seen a few flocks, heard a few quacks and honks. It's nice to see them, it ensures spring will come... eventually. I hate to wait any longer. I yearn for some sort of liveliness in the landscape. Even a weed would be welcome at this point in time.
