The kolea are beginning to change into their breeding plumage, in preparation for their annual flight to Alaska to breed. I noticed several with the beginnings of the definition of stripe on their necks, a little plumper for feeding over the winter, and a little more vivid and alert. They and the sun and the moon are like clocks for me, they are evidence that time does mean something, forward movement, at least in the spring, maybe retreat in the fall.
Completely not to the point of any of this, here is a little image of my quasi-penzai and mudman fisherman for those of you in regions where spring is still just an idea obscured by snow and rain and chilly grey weather.
|My little landscape.|