The week of fragrances is in full bloom. Apple blossoms and lilacs have opened and the air is full of their scent. It's a heady time, when the body wants to step out, break into blossom.
Every day as I look into the trees around the pond I see and recognize more birds. It feels as though my eyes are growing sharper, that soon I'd be able to gaze up into the green and see into the life of birds without binoculars. The pond is a bird's playground in spring, as full of courting, pairing, and mating as any college campus in the same season. Geese, ducks, a pair of red-tailed hawks, catbirds, warblers, robins, sparros, finches, swallows. The hawks and snapping turtles add an edge of drama to the scene of nesting, bringing out the protective behaviors of the parent birds. A few days ago I sat at my computer before the pond window and looked up every so often to see two Canada Geese strolling with their fluffy little gosling as it learned to peck in the soft earth around the pond for food. One would stand tall and keep a look-out, while the other pecked at the grass, and the baby toddled after it, imitating every move.
Today we saw a whole flock of turkey vultures roosting in the trees on the road to Soul Mountain. They are the clean-up crew. After something nasty and predatory happens, they come around to clean up the leftovers. Tanya stopped the car in the middle of the road and called up to them, but they stayed in the trees, shy of us and our big shiny white bird of a vehicle.
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