While Vancouver birds still try to seduce mates I hear the soft screaming of young birds in spite of the prolongued cold. Most every morning I feed the blackbird couple some wholewheat bread and peanutbutter for there own good while they come dig for worms for the young. By now they accept that I stand watch to keep the overpowering wood pigeons off.
They understand the meaning of my standing there. I enjoy their getting so near. That's my spring fling.