Some of us need to relearn the thrush songs anew every year: the sort of ee-o-lay of the wood thrush, followed by a buzz; the longish first note of the hermit thrush followed by a jumble; the downward slide (think V) of the veery.

Daily check of the broad-winged hawk nest near our house, high in a maple tree, sometimes reveals a head on the nest and sometimes a tail; the incubating female taking in the view from both directions, as she sits there for 28 to 31 days, giving new perspective to our present stay-at-home situation.

Ah, ticks. Tick repellent, pants stuffed into socks, tick checks, tick phobia. But staying indoors is not an option at this time of year.

All the other spring ephemerals are flowering. Among the loveliest are Dutchman’s breeches, trout lily, toothwort. I could go on, they all are lovely.

False hellebore has indifferent flowers and is poisonous to cattle. But right now its big vivid green, pleated leaves say “spring” louder than anything else.

The first thunderstorms of spring arrived on 60-70 m.p.h. winds. Tornado warnings were issued for Bennington, Rutland, Windsor, and Windham counties.

Hobblebush leaves are nice in the summer, colorful in autumn, but now, as they unfurl, they might be at their best: an intricate tapestry, white against tan. An elegant tan that we’re probably supposed to call ecru.

Wood frogs have hatched in all the vernal pools that I’ve been looking at, leaving small air bubbles where there used to be eggs.

A brown thrasher spent the afternoon helping with clean up below the birdfeeders. Thrashers are good at detecting and ejecting the eggs of the brown-headed cowbird. Their own eggs have a high UV reflectance, which cowbird eggs lack. Thrashers will toss their own eggs if researchers block the UV from them.

At 4:30 a.m. the moon lit up the kitchen through the west window – the light bright enough to make coffee by.