It’s officially spring . . . and in Maine that means it might hit 40 degrees and there is still more snow than bare ground.

It also means a few brave birds are reaching Maine in their Spring migration.

This morning when I was taking out the trash (living the dream),  I noticed a small brown bird sitting on a branch flipping its tail . . . the telltale sign of an Eastern Phoebe.   I saw three more of them today . . . remarkable this time of year.

Later in the saw a half dozen Killdeer at the old Brunswick Naval Airstation . . . another new arrival.  Ingrid reported hearing one as she walked into school this morning.

Our next expected arrivals:  Tree Swallows and Palm Warblers.