“Welcome, wild harbinger of spring!
To this small nook of earth;
Feeling and fancy fondly cling,
Round thoughts which owe their birth,
To thee, and to the humble spot, Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot.”
To some, crocuses and budding flowers may signal the arrival of spring.
But thanks to a long-ago English class where I first encountered the word, “harbinger,” birds have always been my symbol of rebirth and reawakening after a long, dormant winter.
Even here in the south, we are still fully ensconced in winter. In fact, our coldest, snowiest, most wintry weather is probably still ahead of us.
But inside, I I couldn’t keep the birds away. They descended on my foyer, like something out of a Hitchcock movie.
Well, not really. This scene is a lot prettier and more pleasant than that.
Though it’s the dead of winter, I couldn’t resist decorating the buffet in my foyer with birds.
Just chalk it up to wishful thinking and wistfulness for 60-degree days and flip-flops.
So the birds have flown the coop.
Left the nest and landed in the most unexpected places in my house.
You’ll find them perched in nests and bare branches.
Bright pops of color against the starkness of wintry days.
I delight every time I see a bright red cardinal, the state bird here in North Carolina, fly across the yard.
And how I love a bird’s nests. Every spring, we find them in our trees and sometimes in flower pots or wherever else the mama thought it safe to hatch her young.
I have been seeing lots of birds flying across the yard these past weeks. I even caught a glimpse of a cardinal and a bluejay.
While others stake their forecasts on groundhogs, I’ll trust the birds that spring is coming soon.