For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; ... (Song of Solomon 2:11, 12)
(There are no turtles on the vacant lot, and old Solomon probably meant turtledoves, anyhow. And turtles hiss like snakes. But you get the picture.)
We went over yesterday afternoon to see what is new this week. It's bunny rabbits, young ones!
Second bunny, pretending to be another rock. A rock with pink ears.
Following that second rabbit, we got too close to the area where the killdeers have their nest. One of them called out.
We back-tracked, watching our step so as not to disturb a nest. But it seems that our path brought us closer to their hiding place; one of the birds came almost to our feet to do the distress dance.
Flashing those petticoats!
We slipped away quietly. Across the field, I heard one last "Peet!" And then silence.