With two consecutive sun-filled days, the annual spring spectacle on the floodplain has been in full swing this week. The early mornings have been stunning. Newly unfurled ferns and Canada mayflowers on the forest floor glow as though the ground were producing its own light.
Each day, more of our returning migrant birds can be seen and heard. On Monday, the wood thrush was back in place somewhere in the trees on the hillside to the left of the parking lot and rose breasted grosbeaks could be heard all along the back trail.
On Wednesday, in the flooded Mill Brook spill over area, the trees were hosting a flock of goldfinches, and on the floodplain, the orioles were calling back and forth in the treetops. The past two days, the leaf litter has been hopping with white throated sparrows, common yellow throats and veeries, and a pair of speckled sandpipers have been taking advantage of whatever food is to be found in the mud left by the receding flood waters along the brook.
Somehow, May on the floodplain delights me more with each passing year.