Almost a month beyond the vernal equinox, American robins belt out their melodic ‘cheerio-cheeriup-cheerio’ as night creeps into day. Juncos trill monotonic territorial defence proclamatio...
Last Wednesday, our Northern Hemisphere spring arrived in the midst of a snowstorm followed by a second dump of snow two days later. My flowerbeds and the parkland meadows surrounding my yard are stil...
At the edge of Nova Scotia’s spring, a wild north wind sends treetops shuddering, and sunlight in clear blue sky reflects off snowdust, bathing our yard, meadows, and woods with brilliant light....
I ran this morning, with frost on the ground, the air sweet and cold, and bird talk splitting the silence. A blue jay voiced its ringing call, an American robin sang ‘cheeriup-cheerio-cheeriup...