Acer rubrum flower buds
Buds are a poppin.'
All that was left of Wednesday's chorus were the gelatinous globs of eggs and a handful of wood frogs. They were joined by a few western chorus frogs with their distinctive trill (the sound of running your fingernail over the teeth of a comb). I tried and tried, but the tiny chorus frogs are nearly impossible to "see." I'll be giving it another try tomorrow.
Algae is blooming.
Whirligig beetles are spinning around on the water surface.
Bees, heavy with pollen sacks, are all over the willow flowers.
Eastern Phoebes are back.
Song Sparrows are singing. Fox Sparrows are flitting around in the shrubs along the Chippewa River State Trail. Ruby and Golden-crowned Kinglets are feasting on the insects in the crowns of trees.
My car windshield is dotted with the remains of nearly invisible insects.
And my least favorite creatures showed up today: TICKS!!!!
It's just a matter of time before I'll be complaining about the mosquitoes.