A lazy Sunday. Spring really sounds like, and feels like spring. The days are warming slowly, or at least the bounce between way too cool and it's a little warmer than we are used to, has moderated. Nights give way to spring peepers, the woodcock are still peenting. It's an odd way to describe the call, but it fits exactly the way they sound. A rising trill late in the night means the toads are starting up.
The rest of the state is greening up, and Rangeley is slowly,painfully slowly, almost unbearable in the speed it comes creeping up the mountain. It will come, and it will bowl us over with a speed we can't quite comprehend, then summer is here and it seems before we can settle down into the good life of a warm summer evening, autumn is here and then... Our spring and summer are to be savored, it doesn't matter how you do it, as long as being outside is where you spend your time. Let the insects feast.
So I was sitting on the deck, it's warmish,muggy even, just sitting with a friend, watching the hummingbirds. It's too tempting to pass up, I run inside, grab the camera and they pose.
