Where are all the birds?

I can hear the birds singing.

I just can’t see them.

It’s like they are hidden.

And I wonder if it’s because it got so cold for so long.

Remember a month ago?

When a deep freeze slithered across the ground last February, I took a video of birds huddled on the front porch hiding from the snow.

Now they’re gone.

My back yard borders a lake and last year, during the spring, there were hundreds of birds flitting and flying in the back yard.

Robin’s nested in the crook of a couple of branches on a small tree next to my driveway.

Momma Robin and Daddy Robin buzzed me every time I mowed, and I don’t start mowing until April.

But I read the deep freeze did a number on the bird population, catching our feathered friends by surprise.

While I’m no ornithologist, I don’t see as many birds anymore.

What a world without them.

I do hear them though, songbirds singing in the morning, chirping in the rising sun.

It’s a pretty effective alarm clock.

And maybe I am jumping the gun on the timing.