Today I looked out the window and saw my first bluebird. Before I could pull out my phone and snap a picture he was gone. Disappointed that I missed the photo-op, but thrilled with the sign that the weather is changing. It is a sign that spring in Montana is starting. I am very much ready this year.
This last month in at our home in Montana we have been hit by more spring snow storms than usual. While we sit in what is usually a valley that is most often missed for most precipitation, this year every time the weather forecast said there was a winter advisory or watch that called for snow we got the maximum amount forecasted and a few extra inches for good measure. We were getting snow at least once a week all of February and so far into March. Now mind you, the snow we were getting was nothing like the Nor’Easter that the folks on the east coast have been getting hammered with, but if you live in a high plains semiarid desert like we do, this much snow is very remarkable.
The late-season snow cycle this year has also had a remarkable impact on our road. We usually have a few problems navigating our road as the frost works its way out of the ground lasting less than a week. This year we have had what can only be called as mud bogs on our road. Each morning when the ground is still frozen it is very easily driven on. By the afternoon when the snow melts, only a high clearance 4-wheel drive vehicle will allow you to get the last 3/4 of a mile from the frontage road to our house. This has been going on nearly a month and so far there is no end in sight. For me, it has meant that that RangerSir has been taking the truck to work and the commuter car has been sitting in the garage. You can read into that statement that I have been unable to leave home during the week to take care of things in town. I like being alone and don’t generally mind the isolation of living in the country, but when you can NOT leave home it gets a little crazy. We have been attached by the truck/ hip each weekend. You will find RangerSir and I in town doing the weekly chores, that I usually try to get taken care of during the week to allow some fun time on Saturday and Sunday. It has added to the aggravation of the back to back snow storms.
So I know that it is only March and it can and will snow again in April and May, but I am ready for the snow falls to be farther apart and the amount less each time. I know this is Montana and what I signed up for moving here, but a girl can be thrilled by the sight of her first bluebird and all that it means. Welcome spring.
Each morning I am now out the door no later than 5:30 to get my morning walk in on the weekdays, before I start the rest of my morning routine to get out the door daily to commute to work. I wish I could take each of you with me on my walk. Not to experience the cold or the see overcast skies we had this week that prevented seeing a sunrise every day this week. Instead I would want to share with you the the sounds of nature waking up. The sound of a meadowlark announcing the morning. It is something I adore, though had never heard before coming to Montana. This year for the first time we have sandhill cranes nesting in the area. Each morning I hear eerily strange sound of cranes. I hope that this is the first of many years for them to be near by. There are the sounds of the robin family and the bluebirds letting the world know they too are awake. There are more than the sounds of birds I am familiar with. There are many birds waking up and calling that I can not identify their song, but I have become familiar with the sound they make as they wake up. It is an amazing peaceful, but energizing way to start your day.
Growing up in the Midwest the return of the robin was always a harbinger of spring. Here in southwest Montana a kind of sparrow like bird is always the first to return in the spring is. Following the sparrow like bird a week or so later is the bluebird. Finally there is the the meadowlark who is the last of the migrating birds to return.
I first noticed the sparrow like birds early last week. When hanging my first clothes out I could clearly hear them calling out to one another about the bounty or lack of bounty they were finding here in Montana. They were gathering and flitting about in the pastures around the house. They always seem to be on the move and just far enough away that I never capture them well with a camera.
Mountain bluebird in the snow. Taken by Betty Holling.
Monday I saw my first bluebird. I haven’t seen another one yet, but I am sure more of them will be arriving soon. Once the males have mostly arrived and check out the digs we have on the fence posts, the females won’t be far behind. We have a series of blue bird houses on our fence posts and love to watch them each year.
I looked at my blog to see when I wrote about the bluebird last time and see I saw this fella almost two weeks earlier this year. Last time we had a major snow storm with six inches just after my first bluebird arrived. This year we have woken up to snow already twice this week. It always make me think about hearty and resilient these little guys are. How far they go to return here each spring and how the weather doesn’t stop them. It is how we should all look at the setbacks we have once we get spring fever. March on it will get better.