Spring has been slow in coming to the North Country this year. Snowstorms lingered into the first weeks of May and ice held onto lakes until recently. Winter seemed determined to do its best to cancel spring, yet the birds returned anyway.
One morning this week, we had an Indigo Bunting, a couple pairs of Goldfinches, and a Cardinal at the feeders at the same time. So much color on a gray day is a blessing indeed.
Here is a poem by Wordsworth about spring and birds and so much more.
Lines Written in Early Spring
Listening with a pencil and my ear, these are the lines I marked:
The birds around me hopped and played,Their thoughts I cannot measure:—But the least motion which they madeIt seemed a thrill of pleasure.
I love this poem by Wordsworth. These lines come back to me quite often when I am watching birds.
Reading this poem one cannot help but think of the famous query from the Westminister Catechism: ”Question: What is the chief end of man? Answer. Man’s chief end is to glorify God, and to enjoy him for ever.”
The other line that comes to me when reading this poem is Wallace Steven’s quote about poets: ”A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.”