I am visited these days by a stray cat who likes to sit on the warm sill and catch the spring sun reflected off the window. I see kitty crossing the building drive now and then but zie seems pretty skittish. I am hoping to get a picture at some point.
And yesterday I sat and watched a robin hunting for worms. Pretty fascinating to watch - the process of deciding where to poke, the score and cataclysmic struggle as a worm is extracted, and then a complicated ritual of preparation, checking for predators and perhaps competitors, waiting for just the right moment to gobble down the worm.
I think the same robin was out there for a few hours - my personal harbinger of spring.