Lots of Spiderwort has made a purple prairie.
Concerned new parents
A tiny warbler known as a Common Yellowthroat. I searched for three days to get a good shot. Sorry little guy, but I don't give up easy. I wait each year for it's arrival, and love to watch it.
A ever changing scene, the prairie calls to me to visit each day and see what has changed and listen to it's song. I stood near a tiny wetland and listened to all the wildlife around me. Soon a toad called with a voice like plucking a rubber band that was barely stretched. A reply came from across the area and they sang a simple song to each other. The gentle song of a catbird sang to a metallic two note reply as it's mate flew farther away. With each set of sounds, came the two note reply fading into the distance. Soon you only heard the single catbird until it flew off to catch up. A melodic song of a Red-headed Woodpecker took over and shouted out of a new family getting started out on the prairie. Perhaps the first fledges of this family I watched a few weeks ago, will stick around to watch their parents tend to another batch of eggs. I noticed three Bluebird fledges waiting with their father in a small tree yesterday, waiting for a meal to be caught for the new brood. It is these sights and sounds, the sharing and caring, that forms a song of life, traveling along the prairie winds for all to hear from centuries past.