BUSY. Such is the life of a mid-spring gardener. Considering this is everyone else’s story, too, I won’t bore you with the details.
I will say, on the avian front, that a pair of green herons have decided to nest in the woods across the road not far from the evil red-tailed hawk pair. And the indigo buntings are back, residing in some boxes built by the bird-loving neighbor behind us. And I haven’t yet seen the oriole pair that nested in a front-yard pine last year, but I have my fingers crossed. With the cardinals, goldfinches and house finches, chromatically, there’s much to be seen in the feathered set around here, including the chickens.
But I will ask this question: why are crows black? Does this color offer them an evolutionary advantage, or is it that they’re such fashionable bullies that they figured this color worked best for them?