It isn't every day that my fifteen-year-old son comes to report a rabbit on the roof, but that is exactly how today's nature notes begin. He had been looking out a hallway window when he spotted a large patch of fur, no doubt left by some bird of prey who nabbed a rabbit and tossed away the wrapper. The grayish fluff and rusty nape look like an Eastern Cottontail.
After mourning a bit for the rabbit, the children were grateful to be on a walk. Spring is the time when everything is making its presence felt. Even the birds threw caution to the wind and darted right down near us, too absorbed in the business of fighting and singing and nest building to let a little thing like a mother and children hinder them. The trees were alive with whistles and chirps, while some robins dueled for territory. A pair of males almost plowed into us and no wonder--this seems a perfect spot to raise a family.
It was another gray day, yet milder than the last one, without the slushy mist to sting the face and pinch the hands.
A patchwork quilt was piecing itself together where frozen grass had been.
The quilt pieces seem bent on working their way to the water.
It was a day for leaping over little streams.
And leaping . . .
Birds aren't the only ones who love to throw caution to the wind in Spring.