I stumbled out in the early morning dark discombobulated by Daylight Savings Time. On my way to the office I heard the first call of a killdeer, those vibrant harbingers of spring in our area. My heart sang to hear the lovely plaintive evocative trill of those irrepressible little birds. I could picture it running on its long slender legs, so fast and smoothly all you see is a feathered body being locomated as if being moved along a track. It is probably already busily looking for a nest site. Is it the offspring of couple that laid eggs here last year?
— by Susan Eirich, PhD —
