this is my viewing point many evenings while my martins are here.  Spring is a funny time. It’s just after seven pm and my birds are finally returning from a day away from the colony.   Looking up , they appear from high in the sky one by one out of nowhere. As the temperatures lower with the coming darkness the martins are reserved, preening and visiting there respective cavities.  

   Morning is still the time for activity and singing but that will change as the days get longer and warmer.  Fourteen is the count for today this last day on March in Abingdon Virginia