Seen in the Bog
Look up! Pussy willows are here—the first blossoms of spring. When I walked the path this week, they were flowering on several trees along the boardwalk.
The March wind was bracing (some might say "freezing cold"), and it was loud, but not loud enough to obscure the sounds of blackbirds singing, ducks calling, goldfinches chirping, and grackles grackling. I heard a single sandhill crane call as it flew overhead.
The bog shrubs do provide good cover from the wind—enough cover to pause and crouch down for a closer look. Some plants were just poking above the waterline. The young moss was a rich, wet green.
Seen Around the Bog
In the marsh, mallards foraged in the frigid water. They were joined by a pair of Canada geese. The geese had left their calling cards on the boardwalk... watch where you step. Blackbirds abounded.
