A Rush of Spring Flight

   The latest indication of the approaching spring thaw is the rush of flittering in the trees over ones head. Flashes of color and chirps, twitters and tappings abound all around. The noises of a fresh rush of birds returning from their southerly migrations has started to fill the branches of the elms, pecans and maples that abound around the house. Myself, I find it a very pleasant sound indeed.

A cedar wax wing takes a leap of faith that spring will be here shortly.

A palliated woodpecker taps for insects.

Going Home

It happens every spring. The sounds of feathers whistling in flight as huge flocks of birds pass overhead in the most perfect formations of flying "V"s. Ducks, geese, cranes even the lowly sparrows fly in formation as they travel from one location to another. Some in multi continental migrations and others just flying home for the night to roost with friends like this flock of cormorants returning to their new home along the banks of the Trinity River in Fort Worth.