Wren is back

I haven't seen the Carolina wren for a while but this morning it sang and buzzed loudly.  Sparrows, finches and chickadees competed for the feeder.  The concrete is wet and the sky clouded over.  Temperature is supposed to drop back into the winter range.  It's very humid. 

Mid-morning, flickers of sunlight surprised me. A fierce March wind is driving clouds East and birds into the shrubbery.  For weeks the wind has been out of the West, whether the weather has been fair or stormy, warm or frigid.  I was thinking about how for us the West wind is coming from across the continent unlike the Westron Wynde of the English poem.  It certainly didn't bring small rain. 

Mid-afternoon, I could hear the wind and rain roaring.  It left before sunset, the sky cleared somewhat and the wind died down.