I finally got around to removing the remnants of my destroyed bird feeders pole.  I’m hopeful that Paul can repair my fancy feeder pole. My lovely red feeder is toast – the central part of it squashed like an accordion.

Enjoying the weather, I spent the afternoon and cleaning up the side yard cutting back briars and errant saplings, and started carving a path into the woods. In the depth of the woods, I discovered a long-lost suet feeder likely stolen by a raccoon.

Signs of spring are everywhere. The Phoebes are back with their distinctive call. Frogs and peepers are making themselves known. And the trees are budding.

Alder buds. Maybe.

Maple tree buds.

Dwarf Koren Lilac buds.

Quaking Aspen blooms.

Quaking Aspen flower closeup.

After watching a woodpecker work at a tree, I brought my camera out with me. I missed the woodpecker, but this Black-capped Chickadee was the start of the day.

She watched me,

and feasted on the flower seeds.