A meadowlark seduces the stars and on the morning breeze, the glorious and unique song is brought forth… lighting the prairie in sparkles of notes.
The sandhill cranes’ delightful song is much like an appealing grating of slate.
Bluebirds twitter “truleee, truleee”.
Each their own sign of spring.
But until those large wings settle softly in the cottonwoods, and spread for warmth in morning sun, spring is evasive.
But they are here, and the grass is shooting skyward.
Welcome home, Cathartidae.