Just as the snow seems to be melting, the forecasters predict more snow or rain coming this weekend increasing flood nervousness up and down the Red River Valley. 
There are a few signs of Spring like the eagle on her nest north of town. That's what I call a nest. The back yard bird feeder is devoid of any birds; I mean none, nada...not even a Sparrow, Junco, Starling, Finch or Chickadee. It is too early for the migrants, but why no regular winter birds?
There are a few signs of Spring like the eagle on her nest north of town. That's what I call a nest. The back yard bird feeder is devoid of any birds; I mean none, nada...not even a Sparrow, Junco, Starling, Finch or Chickadee. It is too early for the migrants, but why no regular winter birds?
The answer is quite simple. Over the last few years we have been invaded by these... Cooper's Hawks who love to munch on little birds of any kind. I would like to dispense of it from the neighborhood, but M said she would visit me in jail.... maybe. So we endure a silent Spring.
And we wait... and wait... and wait...
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