Gone are the sub-zero air temperatures. The remains of the last spring snow storm disappear into small runoffs and ditches along the road. Mountains of snow piles dwindle down to small lumps as the warm winds from the south, carve away at them. Lake ice turns black and rotten. Even the bravest fishermen, stop tempting fate and no longer venture beyond the shoreline.
A murder of crows wing by overhead carrying with them the guarantee that spring has returned. Bunnies are fat and playful. They seem to forget for a moment that they are a prime food source for the predators that lurk nearby. But somehow, there is peace, as the sun brings joy to the landscape.
Soon, the loons will gather looking for food and mates. Their strange laughing calls will echo across the lake. To soon, they will disperse to find nesting sites and good fishing.
As darkness falls a single beaver cruises the shallows between the ice edge and the shore. He looks for a young sapling to use for a tasty meal. He disappears around the point as the coming darkness swallows him.
The weatherman forecasts that tomorrow, a warm rain will fall and continue so for several days. When the rain ceases, the ice will be gone and spring will come to the lake.