Return Of The Great Fireball

With the sun finally becoming something of a regular in the sky again lately, the wildlife seems to be getting a little more active.



Yesterday morning I woke up to what sounded like a jungle outside with all the loud bird callings. It was so loud and abundant that I actually had to close the windows to get a few more precious snooze minutes in. Then, all through the day, all things seemed to be noticeably buzzing with life and vitality. I stopped to watch some bluebirds that were furiously zipping back and forth from their nesting boxes.





I couldn't see them, but it was easy to hear the plaintive peeps of their younguns' inside.



They'd zip off and come back just a few minutes later with bugs or bright red berries in their beaks to drop off. Then they'd enter the box for a second and come back out with something white (I presume egg-shell remains) to deposit somewhere else. No trip was wasted.



Everything seems to be just a little more than alive; things seem almost hyperactive. Maybe the animals are making up for lost time after idling through a water-soaked June and early July. Maybe all the rain has bred and sprung up more bugs, worms and other edibles for the winged set to eat. Whatever it is, everywhere, mating and offspring-rearing activity seems to be in high gear again. It's almost like a second spring has arrived...





Or maybe it's just my imagination playing tricks, and my own waterlogged eyes are finally blinking awake with the sun's return and noticing all the activity that has been dimmed under clouded shadows...



Whatever it is...



We'll need just a little more sun, to clarify the situation better...