deep in the woods
the tree buds decorate sky and ground like party confetti
gathering insects with their wide mouths
filling the air with motion and chattering
purple and orange flashes in the sky
and below the birds
and beneath the trees
Bursting from the damp earth
When spring comes to Maine.
~Kathie Adams Brown (May 6, 2012)
Last Sunday Gus and I took a drive up to Maine to visit his family. Gus has been there at least once a month since we moved back east. We barely made it this time as it was April 29th when we went, but so far he has not broken his streak and we hope to keep it that way. While Gus hung out with his parents, I took My sister-in-law for a drive once again down along the Sandy River to count birds. It was just about noon when we finally got out there and so did not see many birds, but we saw enough to make me happy, though most were too far away or too tiny or too backlit for any great photos. I did find one yellow-rumped warbler singing in some pine trees but it was so high up that it was little more than a dot in my lens. Still, you can’t beat springtime in Maine!