Yesterday, on a trip to town, I
spotted my first bluebird of the year.
I saw five of them, in total.
Two perched on the wires of a fence.
One hovering in the air above a patchwork
pasture of blonde grass and melting snow.
Two more in stitching flights across
the country road directly in front of the car.
The arrival of bluebirds to our open prairie
land is the surest sign of spring in our northerly habitat.
Today, we celebrate the arrival of
spring.
You may begin dancing at this time.
-- Mitchell Hegman
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