Frost on the roofs this morning. Spring, however, is on a roll now and won't be stopped. I was waiting for Whip to come when I heard chattering. I remember that sound - it's the tree swallows. Love how they make a sound like they are talking to each other. There were a pair flying in and out of one of my bird houses. They found it lacking for their needs. No wonder, I had left all of the doors open so the winter cold, snow, and wind could blast the inside clean. I walked into the tall grass and shut the doors on three of the nest boxes near the house. Which brings me to another sign of spring - ticks. Found one on Whip and one on me.
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