Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Polar Vortex Notwithstanding

I couldn’t believe my ears!

Said ears wore two hoods and a fleece ear warmer to protect them on my cold morning run, so I thought that perhaps they were imagining things. Maybe my huffing and puffing just sounded weird in the wind.

Conch-klr-eieh! (sic)

Could it be? No, it can’t be, I thought. It’s just the middle of February. They can’t be here yet! The groundhog, the Weather Channel, the old farmers at the gas station—they all said that there’s no chance of an early spring.

Conch-klr-eieh! Conch-klr-eieh!

Spring’s song reverberated from across the canal. Then I saw them: the red-winged blackbirds are back—early.

“The time of the singing [of birds] has come….” –SONG OF SOLOMON 2:12 (AMP)

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