I'm starting out today's blog post by featuring a mini essay by
E.B. White, which is the same way I began
yesterday's post, albeit with a different one of his essays. I chose to use it because of his poignant observation of
Dark-eyed juncoes, a bird type who is on my heart and in my heart, as they often are — especially at this time of year.
The first day of spring was celebrated in the Northern Hemisphere last week; and I (as I often do) felt a twinge of sadness, for the coming of spring means the sweet Dark-eyed Juncoes who visit the area where I live and who spend some of their time in
my garden will soon be leaving, after all, they are snowbirds.
They only "hang out" here from late fall through VERY early spring. Two of them stoped by this past Monday to nestle in my containers of flora and nibble on seeds. One of them can be seen in the picture atop this entry, but they were not here long enough, nor were they close enough for me to get a decent photograph of them.
Thankfully I haver a number of images of them from bygone years during winter ...
... as well as early spring....
... which you may recognize from prior entries here on Blogger. And in terms of my not getting a decent picture of them the other day, I ought to heed the wisdom of E.B. White's aunt (which I've also mentioned here on Blogger) re a so-called missed opportunity; but I'll quote from the entry I've just referenced.
