Some signs are obvious: the weeds sprouting in the flower beds and bulbs pushing up through the duff. But the one that caught my attention this weekend was much more welcome. I saw a fish about the size of my pinky darting away from the shallows in a neighborhood pond.
That's one I've been waiting to see. Ponds are an interesting microcosms of larger bodies of water. I've been watching them around town with interest in recent weeks, but they seem as lifeless as when the ice first melted from the surface. Except for ducks, geese and coots, I saw nothing stirring.
I know people are catching trout out of ponds, which pretty much happens year-round because they're stocked. Having lived a life of regularly scheduled feedings, the trout are always cruising and looking for food.
But that little fish showed the others are waking from their winter of semi-hibernation. What makes me more curious is whether the small fish was hugging the shoreline to take advantage of slightly warmer water, looking for insects to feed on, or better yet, because it's a safe place from bigger fish that have also awakened.
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Spring is a wonderful time of year because we see natural cycles renewed and so many things come alive in overdrive.