Here's the first real migrant of spring I've seen in my yard: a somewhat skinny hermit thrush. Normally by this time, I'd have seen a few migrant woodpeckers, but then again, I haven't been out in the yard much. Who knows what this aberrant spring will end up producing. If it proved a hardship for migrants, I wouldn't be surprised. It's awfully dry out, and the plants are farther along in their cycle than is usual. Then too, it's looking a little bare on my Prospect Hill hillside, with half a dozen large trees fewer than last year, courtesy of some hireling with a chainsaw.
