|Suddenly It's Green|
I've been worried lately that we are finally living in Rachel Carson's Silent Spring. It's been too quiet. During the long, hot dry spell in April, we lost the vernal pools in our woods. We didn't hear wood frogs or birdsong at the usual times. We were harassed by brush fires and the threats of more damage from careless cigarettes, camping, or lightning.
Then, it rained.
Last night we listened to the peepers. Two barred owls argued over territory and mates. Their calls filled the woods by the house.
Earlier in the day we heard the robins and phoebes. Small warblers flit from branch to branch. And this morning the transformation grows -- indigo buntings, more warblers, birdsong -- everywhere, birdsong.
Spring is silent no more.