Tamarack needles emerging

 

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.