I spotted my first REDWING yesterday.
And like always I heard him, long before I saw him.
I was approaching one of my favorite spots in the marsh. The light was fading, yet there he was. Gleaming black with red shoulder patches and yellow wingbars against a dried out, wintry landscape. Spring really is coming after all!!
And then… He turned… and looked at me.
And I mean, right at me.
I could have sworn I heard him muttering, under his breath of course…
“Uh—-OHhhhhh…. She’s back. It’s almost Spring, and she’s back. With that black box, with the funny green light. <sigh> Maybe if I strike a pose or two. Maybe then she’ll go away.”
And pose, he did!
Like some great bellows, his rhythmic wing displays repeated over and over again were dazzling, showing off those handsome red shoulder patches.
Finishing each and every time time with that glorious scratchy oak-a-lee I wait all winter long to hear again in the still, quiet marsh.
And then, he stopped. Perched motionless, he looked just like a statue.
“I wonder if that will do it for her. Heck, maybe she can’t even see me anymore.”
And indeed he was right, the light was nearly gone and it was time to turn for home.
Yet somehow… I think my little friend knew, deep down inside… that I’d be back again. And SOON!! 😉
Thanks for coming with me as we all await the unfolding stages of spring here on Cape Cod!