The Big Sandy Mountaineer -

Those bits of feather, flesh and bones that sing and call forth are among our first signs of spring, even in March’s moodiness.

Doesn’t matter if you hunt them in the fall, look for them with longing in the spring, or don’t care to know a robin from a red-tail; they are here and doing their thing.

Over-wintering birds are sitting on eggs or getting ready to mate even through this leonine month of wind, cold and snow.

A friend on the prairie had seen her covey of Hungarian partridge dwindle in numbers recently until just a couple of birds flushed the other day.

Although weather and pre...