MARCH!
I start March with a birthday celebration.
But that’s about the only predictable thing about this crazy month!
One day I stoke the wood stove, wondering if the firewood supply will be enough – and the next day we’re watching the TV forecasters report on record warm temperatures.
We HOPE to see migrating waterfowl – such as the thousands of high-flying white-fronted geese passing through in recent days en route to tundra nesting grounds in the far north. You may hear their high-pitched, laughing calls before you can see the loose strings of birds.
Their name comes from the white stripe at their base of their bill. But many birders and hunters prefer the nickname speckle-belly, for the black bars and spots on the birds’ chest. Their orange feet are even more distinctive, almost glowing in the sun when the geese lower their landing gears as they drop into a field to feed or rest.

We note in our journal when various birds reappear this month after a season in warmer climes. Some follow the calendar, while others’ flights are triggered by day length. We watch roadside shrubs or utility lines for the first red-winged blackbirds – which always are males. Females will straggle in a week or two later.
The killdeer says their name with a shrill “kill-deer!” We usually look for them first along low-lying country roadsides. But this season’s first killdeer was dodging cars in a Hy-Vee grocery store parking lot!
Cardinals winter in Iowa, of course, and they’re favorites at our bird feeders. But it takes only a few sunny, warm(er) days to coax them to begin their “Cheer, cheer, cheer” spring songs.
Spring-like days may set off flirtatious chickadees, who whistle “Hey, sweetie!” The pileated woodpecker, on the other hand, announces his mating urge with a staccato drumming on a hollow tree.
Goldfinches change plumage in honor of the coming breeding season. A couple of males in our feeder flock have only just begun to show hints of yellow. But their sunny summer gold eventually will out-dazzle any rivals.
Following recent record temperatures in the 70s, our daffodils peeked through the dead grass. Will they get nipped by a late freeze? Probably. But they’re tough. We look for blooms within a month.
Gray dominates the March woods, unless you get down on your knees for a close-up of the fuzzy green mossy tree roots. Warm days and sunlight have started the maple sap dripping. Friends who tap trees report one of the best maple syrup seasons in years.
March in Iowa typically means soft gravel roads, with frost coming out and leaving mudholes. Crossing my fingers – but our boondocks road hasn’t been TOO bad . . . yet.
Mud may linger longer in other parts of Iowa, though. March snows and high winds left drifts a couple of feet high along U. S. Highway 20 and other roads. Thankfully, there are enough fields that were not fall tilled, or were planted to cover crops, that the snow did not turn totally black from wind-eroded “snirt.”
Turkeys must be gobbling – if I’d only get up early enough to hear their pre-dawn chorus.
But I slept late after a 1 a.m. glance at the lunar eclipse. Tomorrow?
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Thank you! 🙏🏼 Wonderful to see and hear your exquisite weaving of words from/of the heartland! 💖 Snow, cold, and the Aurora Borealis are crackling in the air and the woods at our place . . . the Top of the World in interior Alaska. Late April or early May is the usual arrival time for the white-fronted geese at our local Creamer's Field Migratory Wildlife Refuge. https://friendsofcreamersfield.org Wish them happy and healthy flights up to us! 🙏🏼
Thanks Larry, an excellent post today. We both had birds 🦢 on the brain today