Walking back to the car after work, breathing fresh clean warm air, thinking of spring, knowing there is still more winter ahead. Thinking of all the busy mundane things I need to do when I get home, mind elsewhere. I hear birds chirping in the distance, the sound familiar and persistent. I come to the present, and realize it’s Red Wing Blackbirds down in the snow making pond. They have a resounding whirring trilling call that lets you know the first spring flowers will start blooming soon. One flies overhead, its small black body twisting in mid air, an acrobat with wings, the bright blood red shoulder epaulets with gold edges flashing in the sunlight. Snow melting, water flowing, Red Wings are back. Every day brings new wonders.