In the north, the snow is almost gone even though the occasional short-lived blizzard adds a few inches here and there. Some of the migrating birds have reached these northernly haunts, all the while singing loudly, proclaiming “spring is coming!”. The hearty robin sits in top of a worn aspen tree every night and strings together the most melodious tune which echoes about the vastness, both full and lonely. At the same time, the short ‘peent’ of the woodcock can be heard as he does his dance for the females. Then just after sunset, he takes to the sky in a startling display, circling up and up and up, until finally, in one swift move, he plummets back towards the ground only to land where he took off. It will not be long until the white-throated sparrow or the hermit thrush sings again, the true indicator that the cold has left for a few months.
The ice on the lakes is beginning to weaken, and soon shall start fracturing, and splitting apart. The frozen world will soon become alive again! The lakes will teem with migrating waterfowl, and the resident loons will soon nest again. And before long, in the silence of the night fish will surface gently, grabbing insects off the water to only disappear into the darkness.