Spring officially arrived at our house! It’s not just date on the calendar, as we’ve been enjoying lots of other signs, as well.
We have a hawk family in our thicket. Last year we noticed that there were two baby hawks flying overhead. Yea! The hawk found a mate and they reproduced. We noticed the baby hawks (still pretty big birds, though young) chasing a couple of crows overhead. It wasn’t long before mom and dad came swooping behind, herding them back toward the creek and their safety. Though the babies had the right instinct, the crows were still bigger and likely could fend them off, maybe even hurt them.
This year, we saw the family for the first time last week. The “babies” were pretty big, though not quite as big as their parents.
There are two woodpeckers in our locust tree. We have been following one all winter and were so delighted to see a pair of them. One is slightly bigger and we weren’t sure if they were a couple, so we had to research the red headed woodpecker. (We also have red-bellied woodpeckers, but this particular pair is red-headed). Turns out males and females are identical, so we think they are definitely together (wouldn’t some woodpecker babies be a perfect addition to our lives?)
Anyway, the woodpeckers definitely noticed the hawks and they flew from locust to hackberry and back, chattering to each other. I imagined they were saying something like, “Hawks, hawks!” “Yes, I see!” “Fly, fly!” “Right behind you!”
The hawks probably couldn’t actually get the woodpeckers, but Bob and Sally (yep, I named them) didn’t know that. The hawks don’t have names — they are simply too wild to be anything but free. In any event, I was relieved not to see a woodpecker/hawk battle in the sky — or anywhere else, for that matter.
Meanwhile, our cat continues protecting our home from a dreaded chipmunk infestation. As I was sweeping out our smokehouse, she followed me inside on stealth mode and rooted Chip from his nest. The last I saw of him, our fearless feline was carting him off to the woods. Please don’t hate me — I think chipmunks are cute as heck — just not under our house, where they were attempting to take up residence. So Effie got a special treat from me later that day.
Ah, spring — daffodils shooting up, sedums greening, and we are scratched from shoulder to wrist from trimming the bushes. It won’t be long until we’re planting and mulching. I don’t enjoy the planting part, but I learned to do it very well because I absolutely adore the results — flowers or veggies, either one. But the bending, shoveling, removing the plastic tray, planting, watering, feeding, and smoothing over — then repeat that process about 300 times — ugh.
Mulching, though, is one of my favorite springtime jobs. It finishes the garden, makes it beautiful, and tells me it’s almost time to pour a cold drink and enjoy the fruits of our labor.
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Sue is a retired public servant who volunteers at a local elementary school and Hospice and keeps busy taking care of house, husband, son, and pets. She lives just outside of Troy, Ohio.