Some people look for the first daffodil blossom. Others listen for bird song, count the hours of sunlight, or await the word of a clairvoyant rodent. Here at the Marine Science Center, we use other markers to note the beginning of spring.
These days, the winds are high but the clouds break once a day, letting us know that the seasons are changing. We hear the twittering of bald eagle pairs above the Marine Exhibit and note the movements of sanderling flocks. We watch the snow in the mountains, hoping it’ll stick around. The schools of juvenile tubesnout are back and the water is clear enough to see the river otters chasing these shimmering fish around the pilings of our pier.
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