Spring has sprung

On the way to school in Boulder, stopped at a traffic light, Conner rolled the window down and looked out. Becky asked him what he was doing.

“Searching for signs of spring.” He answered.

Later that day he announced he had found his sign of spring. There was mud in the playground instead of snow.

Here, in Port Aransas, we have the beginning of the warbler migration.
The Yellow-throated Warbler.