This afternoon the sky has been full of geese heading north. It still is. I can hear them right now. There were a few hundred yesterday. Today there must have been tens of thousands.
For a couple of weeks I have watched nature unfold. My aconites came and went, out came the snowdrops, first crocuses and daffodils. Now they are coming and coming. The aconites are already over, the snowdrops fading. There are daisies, speedwell, dogtooth violets and a profusion of dandelions. In the ditches and pools there are fire salamander tadpoles, nearby a buzzard is building a nest. A kestrel already has hers. There is a Bonelli's eagle for the third spring in row, usually a quick visit but enough to excite the local nature watcher again. Now to wait for the hoopoes, the cuckoo and, and and...
I can still hear the geese. I have heard them non-stop for over two hours. They arrive and pass, formation of over formation, one after the other with their wonderful cacophony.
It is springtime again!