If spring so far has failed to live up to your expectations, look upon the season as Gerard Manley Hopkins did:
Nothing is so beautiful as spring-
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing…
Will you listen for the lightning-strike of thrush song this weekend?
Subtle signs of spring are seeping through the frost covering the upper holds of the Empire State. I daresay I might get out to examine the burgeoning season more closely this weekend. Corey plans to welcome early NYC migrants through the crosshairs of his spotting scope.
How about you? Where will you be this weekend and will you be birding? Share your plans in the comments below.