I finally heard a meadowlark. On one of my essential runs, keeping an appropriate distance from others engaging in their own essential activities, I heard it. Just one. Perched impossibly atop a stalk of prairie grass, it was signing its heart out. A melodic, happy, resonant sound. The sound of spring.
Meadowlarks have up to a dozen different calls, depending on the occasion: courtship, defending a territory, chasing off an intruder, nest building, egg laying, and more. But whatever the occasion, hearing the meadowlarks calls for pause and appreciation. I’m glad they’re back. Happy spring.