Each year, spring manifests itself on our land with three distinct returns:
1. Mama Robin: This is the name we’ve given to the mother robin who returns year after year to build her nest beneath our deck in such a manner that the kids can peer between the decking to watch her bear her young. For three years running we’ve seen her lay her eggs, loyally sit on them, hatch them, forage their worms from our garden, send them off to flight, and repeat.
2. Our Mockingbird: This morning I heard our resident mockingbird. He also returns year after year to sit atop our corner power pole and sing his heart out. He gets a lot of female attention around here; I’m just not sure it’s of the avian kind.
3. The Red-Tailed Hawk: This afternoon I noticed our red-tailed hawk has come back again, too. He’s a suave fellow who shows off, sailing low between our house and the neighbor’s on his dives for prey. Today he practices his soar by sailing high over our rooftop into the woods behind our home.
Each year, I look for these three returns of spring. I will be very disappointed when we move, because I’m rather attached to these birds and the season they bring with them.