March arrives next week and so I'm going to assume today's outside performances are simply an early arrival of the spring lion. It's not windy here. It's down right blustery. Cold. Howling. Strong. Bluster.
Yesterday, however, the yards on our block were loaded with birds. Not just any birds (well ok, some of them were "just any" birds) but robins. I always know spring is knocking at the door when:
1. my tulip and daffodil bulbs start to appear - check.
2. pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training - check (and a big YIPEE!)
3. my yard fills up with red-breasted robins poking around for grub (literally and figuratively, of course) - check!
Logan noticed them first. "MOM! Look, there are thousands of birds out there. What's up with that?" I couldn't answer him before he had moved on. He was pulling at my hand. "Can you take me a picture of the robins?"
I tried. I really did. Yet a preschooler and a toddler hardly make it easy to photograph wildlife. "Mama! Bird!" Megan kept yelling louder and louder until I'd reply, "Yes, birds, I see."
I gave up on the idea of capturing a ground level robin on film. I even gave up on the one that kept landing and fleeing the swing set in our yard. Swapping out lenses for something 'bigger', I zoomed in as tight as I could on a bird high up in the trees next door to us. I think I managed two shots for Logan - neither of them will be "close-ups."
Megan, now used to Papa's digital camera and our quirky-hardly-working video camera, pulled at my arm. She wanted me to flip the camera around. "Baby?" She asked, trying to see the photograph I'd just taken.
"No, Meg. I took a picture of birds and really, you can't see it until the lady at the store makes it into a picture." I tried to explain it to her.
Logan looked at me with that look that says I'm in some sort of trouble. "I could see the bird if that was Papa's camera," he said somewhat miffed with me.
Megan nodded, "Baby."
I really do need to get off my rear and buy a digital camera. I think my sanity may depend on it.