This weekend has brought two signs of spring to the Beavercreek Backyard Farm – one of which I could really do without. One Saturday morning at about 7:30, I heard the annual sounds of the *^&%#$ woodpecker slamming his beak into the metal chimney cap just above our master bedroom. Is it bad that I want to kill him. Yes he’s pretty and deserves to find the girly-bird that he seeks, but this is at least the fourth year that we have gone through this morning ritual. AHHHHHH.
The other sign I heard this morning. The “gentle” croak of the tree frogs in the little pond in the front yard. it sound like hundreds of them are out there, but I think it’s just one or two.
Can the spring hail storms be far away?