And now for something slightly different … and somewhat silly.
I wrote this ‘a cappella’ song some years ago. I have, on occasion, been inspired to sing it after a night of celebration and good cheer. There have been no such spring gatherings for the last two years – because Covid. But I did bellow it out into the Holler and it bounced back off the Highlands. Here are the lyrics.
Dark-eyed juncos jumping all around picking up tidbits off the ground. Red-breasted robin sings a cheerful song and winter's snow is almost gone. And it feels like spring is coming to the Holler Don't you think that we should sing and holler?
Well the other night I heard a little frog peep. No one replied so he went back to sleep. But the ice is melting and it won't be long 'til that froggy pond is filled with song. And it feels like spring is coming to the Holler Don't you think that we should sing and holler?
Well hey there buddy budding on a tree, thanks for the things that you do for me. And to every little shoot and every little sprout I'm so glad that you're coming out. And it feels like spring is coming to the Holler Don't you think that we should sing and holler?
Well some ducks dabble and some ducks dive but it feels like spring when the ducks arrive. And the snow melt grows the pond into a lake as the sleepy Holler starts to awake. And it feels like spring is coming to the Holler Don't you think that we should sing and holler? Don't you think that we should scream and holler?
So there you have it. The ditty works much better when sung. I think. Maybe. This song typically fits this time of year, but as I described in April and the Albedo Effect, this year has been anything but typical, so it’s a little off time-wise. The snow and ice, usually ‘almost gone’ by the end of April, actually melted three weeks ago.
Up until recently I did hear the odd little frog try a tentative peep, followed by silence. But last night the froggy pond echoed with a chorus of spring peepers for the first time this year. The wood frogs, as usual, beat the peepers by a few days and are quacking away like drunken ducks.
Speaking of ducks, the ditty did fit, with a pair of dabblers (American black ducks, left) and a pair of divers (common goldeneyes, right) hanging about for a while now. I don’t have a zoom lens so the photos are fuzzy, but the male goldeneye is laying his neck along his back to woo the female. She doesn’t seem overly impressed.
I hope this ditty brought a smile to your face as we head into a two-week ‘circuit-breaker’ lockdown here in Nova Scotia. Next month back to more serious topics like, say, funny frogs or dueling ducks. In the meantime, I hope the many signs of spring will delight, amaze, and lift your spirits.
Thanks to Lisa Finney for allowing me to use her photo of a dark-eyed junco. You can see more of her stunning photographs at www.somethingwithpictures.com.
Sue McKay Miller
April 26, 2021
I like your little song. I wonder what tune you put to it or did you just holler it into the darkness. No wonder the North Shore people tell tales of weird goings on in the woods around Little River haha
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Oh yes, there is a tune. And if you aren’t careful I will sing it for you next time we meet and people will tell tales of weird goings on in Cape North!
A sweet spring ditty, and perfect for the season. Love the photos, too.
Loved the ditty, did smile, and will have to hear you sing it.
Don’t know if you heard Jesse Cox interview with Wendy main street CBC last Wednesday after 5pm news? Played three of his songs including molly after the dog. Composed it coming off Fred’s lobster boat one day last year. He’s got an album out, full band. Is in east coast ,using awards when it happens.
Tomorrow is opening day and you have been here for those…he’s got Jesse and Sarah again and I’m back on pay roll. Hope to get my nerve together to take the m&m mackerel jigging.
We’re hoping lockdown will end June. So you’ll still have time for a feast, in warmer weather. Breezes off sea quite cool yet. Love ‘ya, Marg
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I will sing the ditty – and ‘Margrit of the Bay’ when we next play music together. And yes, lucked into hearing Jesse and laughed remembering Molly running way up the river valley and howling with the coyotes. She had no fear. Here’s hoping for gathering together for lobster and music when this lockdown ends!
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