I have seen the signs of spring. I have seen a frog swiftly sinking in a pool, or where he dimpled the surface as he leapt in. I have seen the brilliant spotted tortoises stirring at the bottom of the ditches. I have seen the clear sap trickling from the red maple.
The Great Blue Herons have been around all winter, fishing the brittle edges of the river ice, but I'm waiting for the Red-Winged Blackbirds - their buzzing screams will mean spring has arrived.
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