Hard to believe less than a week ago several inches of snow was being dumped on the area. But it's March.
The songbirds are singing. I'll be spending the next scheduled dawn (tomorrow morning ...heh-heh) secluded in Penn Swamp listening to these guys, and watching darkness wane. This, if I can maintain motivation, will be the first of many early-morning trips there this spring. I'm hoping to audio record a spring series of bird cries.
Whip