Finally the world looks as I think it should be. The songbirds were just waiting for a break in the snow to begin nest building and carry on other courtship rituals within my sight.
My ears were telling me that some of this was going on already, but a whole weekend of sunshine and fields has brought them out into the open, more visible to the watching humans.
Without the bright snow covering the ground, the turkeys have become braver. their mottled brown feathers no longer stand out in contrast. Several mornings I watched them run quickly across the field of white in their search for remnants of nuts, seeds and bugs. Now the gobblers have the confidence to tarry, assured that should danger encroach too closely upon their feeding, they may quickly disappear into their surroundings.