This month strikes me as the oddest April in my memory. Then again, April is always an odd month. Robert Frost certainly thought so…
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
— Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time
This weekend, I expect to further explore the emerging spring. Butterflies have descended en masseon Western New York; I’m sure warblers are right behind them! Corey no doubt will do the same. How about you? Where will you be this weekend and will you be birding? Share your plans in the comments below…
Keep your eyes to the skies. Maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll see boobies…
(of course, we’re talking about seabirds, which Felonious Jive recommends you avoid strenuously.)