It takes only a couple of warm days to reset the internal thermostat. Now 32 degrees feels cold. A few weeks ago, 32 would have been balmy.

This morning I watched what looked to me like a female purple finch singing away. But it turns out that this singer is in fact a first-year male who has yet to get his rosy-colored feathers. He’s already good at singing.

If you’ve watched blue jays lately, you may have seen them bobbing up and down on a branch, extending their legs, then squatting, repeated several times. Like a person exercising, but for them it’s about courtship and territory.

Red maple buds are sizing up a little bit and bluebirds are laying claim to nest boxes. When there’s sunshine, it’s nice and warm.

We got the big dump of snow that we always get. The one we tend to forget is coming, which is why our garden rake is now eight inches under.

Ice continues to retreat from ponds and vernal pools. Soon there will be a lot of animal activity, but patience is the word for this chilly day.

Just enough warmth to smell spring. A good day to mix up some soil and plant lettuces, parsley, and spinach indoors. Earlier than usual but, given the times, it’s time.

Till now, the goldfinches here have been too busy eating to sing. Today, they are too busy singing to eat.

One of our two close-by crows is missing a couple two three wing feathers. I see them flying over the house together several times a day from southwest to northeast, never yet in the other direction. Maybe there’s a great circle route.