Signs of Spring

Yesterday, it was like the daffodils woke up and knew that the calendar said "spring." The day before, the yellow blossoms were tucked firmly inside the green leaves. But yesterday, on the first day of spring, a few opened.

Two purple crocus also opened their petals to the sun.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow had it right:  "Came the spring with all its splendor. All its birds and all its blossoms. All its flowers and leaves and grasses."

At our house, the birds are sandhill cranes that make a racket as they feed in the fields or fly overhead back toward Quivira National Wildlife Refuge in the evening. 

But Wadsworth missed one of the sounds and signs of spring, at least as it applies to life on the County Line. Today will be the third day of working baby calves.

Here are the sounds of our spring. You may need ear plugs!

We separate the moms and babies so that we can work the calves. The moms are none too pleased to be on the other side of the fence, and they vocalize their protests rather loudly.

They don't realize that they will reunited after their babies' "doctor appointments."

Round three of working the calves begins later this morning.  It's springtime on the County Line. The flowers say so. And so do the calves.

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