Chilly winter season rain notwithstanding, Friday early morning (February seven) I swear that I read the initial, unmistakable chirps of spring.
Early morning immediately after early morning, for months now, I have woken to the silence of nature—broken only by the swish of vehicle tires, the tread of boots, the rattle of searching carts, and the wail of crisis sirens.
Thursday was no distinct. But Friday early morning there were being songbirds!
Spring is coming—a small bird (song) instructed me
The rhythmic chirruping woke me up at five:15 a.m. (It was these a amazing factor to hear that I checked the time on my cellphone.)
For just about an hour I stayed tucked in the heat of my sleeping bag, dreamily listening to the overlapping bird calls.
When I did eventually poke my head out into the chill air, just immediately after 6 a.m.—dawn chorus notwithstanding—it nonetheless looked like pitch black night by means of the opening at the considerably conclusion of my parkade sleeping location.
And at the time I was outdoors the parkade in the cold rain it unquestionably looked and felt like winter season (albeit a reasonably mild Vancouver winter).
It was wonderful to picture that I read the initial trace of spring in the bird song this early morning but at the exact time I notice this is nonetheless early February. Who is aware of if we’ve even read the previous of the winter season snow?