Not like a lamb

This was a very windy end to March and then in the afternoon it rained enough to fill the birdbath.  But the South wind was so fierce that surfaces had dried before evening.  The sky stayed overcast. The temperature rose into the mid 70s.  The only "bird" I saw was a swan (or goose?) decoy that had blown into the creek.  Even though the wild cherry leafed out first, the domestic cherry bloomed first.