Spring into it

Spring doesn't ask permission. It declares it's arrival.

Spring into it

 Spring is in the air, literally.

Gull, crow, raven, grackle, black birds, wren, spoonbill, crane, heron, ibis, and barbarian Muscovy ducks. The entirety of our flighted and furred friends are working hard to build up body, nest, and environment to meet the needs of emerging young down the time line.
 Breakfast services, east and west side, have turned into a kazoo convention. The ibis outnumber the duck. The duck are twice their size but half their attitude. The entire scene sounds kazoo, looks feathered incendiary, and feels like a mini hurricane. And it's photogenic.
 Three mornings now, four cars, one truck, and a bicyclist have stopped to aim their cellphones at us. Us being me, thirty ibis, 17 ducks, a full murder of crow kvetching in a magnolia tree above, and one female squirrel twitching for the right time to dive into the mayhem. Preggers excels at twitchy waiting and diving.
 The designated feeding area is the size of a generous walk-in closet. One side is the neighbor's fence, the opposite our house with my office window overlooking. The back of the area is the back of our shed. Tucked away, safe. Flat hard packed sand/cement applied a few years back to build up that side of the during a slab installation provides easy foraging. I can keep an eye on the large stainless steel water bowl from my window while I work.
 The back is private in as much as it's terrestrial and waterway. Doubly tucked away from human traffic, safe, a field of grasses and flowering weeds. Trees surrounding and Tinney Creek for traveling and foraging for all.
 The lake across the street from our house's front provides all the necessary elements for Spring to erupt fully in our neighborhood. It's filled with thriving tilapia and bass. Turtles, otter, one gator last I heard, and marsh hen than laugh in the night. Human-centric laughter that enters dreams with ease.
 Spring is here. The angle of the sunrise and the sun's climb took a critical tick spring ward two mornings ago. The air super charged with life. Bright, light, fresh, renewed, and ready to create.  Kazooing ibis engulfed the entire scene drowning out the murder of crow lined up in trees, on power lines, and fences. Nature exclaims, "Let the games begin!" The Muscovy horde rage against my gates, "WHERE'S BREAKFAST!?

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