...Bluebirds fly, Birds fly over the rainbow. Why, oh, why can't I? -- E.Y. "Yip Harburg.
We are on the brink of the most torturous time of the year on the East Coast.
We are on the brink of an explosion of color and beautiful melodies heard from treetops.
We are on the brink of pre-dawn wake ups and aching necks from searching the canopy for tiny birds flitting about in their spring finery.
We are on the brink of planning every free moment around the most likely spots and hoping for fall-outs within driving distance.
We are on the brink of the warbler spring migration!
And, what makes that so torturous is that during the big show(which really escalates during the month of May), it is almost impossible to concentrate on work and not devise sick leave schemes to eat up every day of birding as hundreds of thousands of warblers pass through.
In the meantime, Cute Husband and I are breaking out the warbler tapes and brushing up on field ids and... patiently waiting....for the real spring to start!