As you drive along the levee in the late spring, you can hear them calling to one another from among the dense, tall vegetation that grows along the embankment.  Finally, you spot one perched on top of a plant stalk that’s swaying in the wind.  He throws out his chest, tilts his head back and bellows a loud, sharp song.  The dickcissels have once again arrived to nest and raise their young.

“In spring birds return from their tropical vacation. Six months later they regret their decision and go back.” ~Unknown