No Silent Spring

Red-winged blackbird perched on the seedhead of a cattail

Songs of Spring

And with spring, comes the serenading of the Red-winged blackbird, once again bringing us the song of the marshes.

All winter, the marsh is quiet and still.

No Longer Silent

And then, suddenly as if on que, the marshland is no longer silent.

Thank goodness we don't have a "Silent Spring"

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