After more than a week of nearly continuous snow left a foot on the ground, it was cheering to learn Puxatawney Phil promised an early spring on Groundhog Day. What could be nicer?
Of course it immediately began to snow once again after Phil returned to his nest, while temperatures lurked below the freezing level. But two days after his appearance Phil seemed prophetic. We experienced an entire night without an additional layer of the white stuff.
|Did Phil Get It Right?|
Tuesday dawned not exactly bright, but at least clear. Things were looking up. Then beautiful wife Sandy spotted a sure sign of spring. She saw the first robin of the year enjoying the heated bird bath outside the door to our side deck. Feb. 5 was far and away the earliest date a red-breast has appeared since we moved here five years ago.
Unfortunately, a scant hour later I told Sandy I’d seen a raven perched atop our mailbox. “That’s a bad omen, isn’t it?” I asked.
“That’s a lot of nonsense,” our resident birder replied. “What you saw was a big fat crow. There aren’t any ravens around here.”
Just then snowflakes began to fall. Briefly, the temperature rose above freezing. Then it took a nosedive, converting the melted snow to a sheet of shiny new ice on our driveway. Another light dusting of snow topped off what would have been a very nice skating rink had we dialed up some appropriate waltz music.
Well? Could that have been a misplaced raven flapping its wings atop our mailbox?