The roar of the spillway is missing this year, though the water level is creeping up.  It looks like the inward flow is from the South for now. 

I’ve spent the last couple of days wandering the north shore of Boedecker. Favorite neighbors are returning: the diving grebes and merganzers; the pelicans, who always seem far too grandiose for our Front Range reservoirs; the yellow-rumped warblers, phoebes, and bluebirds all dining on flying invertebrates once again.  The bustle of spring is intoxicating, especially after such a damp and cold spring.

I also spotted new-to-me shore birds: greater and lesser yellowlegs.  They are flying through on their way to the Far North where they will carry on with breeding and raising young in perpetual daylight before passing us over in the fall– the lake just a pond then.  It struck me what a gift these migratory birds are.  They patch together this modern Earth that has been parceled into cities, suburbs, croplands, vast wilderness, and bits and pieces of land and water that are just wild enough. 

To know them is to see our world whole.