We all have fond memories of that most welcome season, when instead of going out to play on ice, we sneak out and slop around in mud for the first time.
But how many of us have had the thrill of sliding into the muck wearing a pristine white suit?
A pair of Mute Swans were the first to try out this puddle in the Bowmanville Marsh, on an afternoon when most of the marsh was still covered in ice.
Just a few days later, Snowdrops were poking through mud and leaves without sullying their white coats in the slightest.
With their jet-black attire, what fun would it be for a squirrel to play in the mud? So they stick to the high road, except when it’s time to drop down to ground level to check a food cache.
It’s not a bad idea to study the forest from a mouse-eye view, because visual treats abound on this lively backdrop of mosses.
Along the waterfront, a remnant of shore ice had one more opportunity to soak up sunrise before joining the waves.
Some of our less common spring visitors are fishing the mouth of the creek. From left, female and male Hooded Merganser, female and male Greater Scaup.
The Long-Tailed Ducks are feeding too – but also keeping their wings in shape for their long flight to the arctic coast.
In a small hole in the breakwater, icicles catch the afternoon sun once more – but the colours of algae and water-soaked wood are coming into season.
Photo at top of page: detail from Leading Edge (full-screen image here)