Lookin' Out my Back Door

For those of you old enough to remember the song...we used to play it back in the band days. I do not smoke whatever engendered those lyrics, so we make do with the birds and wild things here in NY. It was always a happy, foot stomping good song, just the same. We played a lot of CCR...the boys were all good musicians, but three major chords suited me just fine.

Now the view out the back door is far different than in the music days.

A soft rain is falling. Warm, gentle, damp, and soggy. I keep listening for the woodcock, but no peent rings from the horse pasture yet. If you see him, tell him he's way late.

I was hoping to see a duck or two for my annual all-farm bird species count. When I was walking the delicate Miss Daisy, didn't a pair of mallards quack noisily right over my head. Nice of them. I see teal every darned day, but I'm not good enough on ducks to know which ones at the distance. Fast flying little bullets that they are.

And the turkeys are strutting out on the hill. Too dark and rainy for much of a photo, but you get the idea. Lots of ladies in the rose bushes, two big Toms flashing their wares, and a little jake puffing his tail when he thinks he can get away with it.

Spring truly has arrived and not a minute too soon.