Spring Is Bustin' Out All Over

I'd already planted Day Lilies and Morden Roses - and then three Variegated Weigela plants arrived. They were bare root and didn't look very impressive, so I planted them immediately and began hauling buckets of water from the barn so I could keep them watered:

 I went out to the barn one day and found a baby Swallow fluttering on the ground. I remembered that last year I'd had Cliff Swallows and their nest was nearby, so I scooped up the baby to put it back in the mud nest. Alas, the nest wasn't there anymore:

 I saw Cliff Swallows coming and going from the eaves of the milk room, but any nest must have been inside the "attic" where I could neither see it nor reach it. I left the baby on the ground near where the Swallows seemed most active, hoping they'd keep it fed. The next morning, it was still fluttering in the lawn. By evening, it was gone. It was almost ready to fly, so perhaps it survived:

 The bi-color Daffodils bloomed first, then the solid yellow ones:

 Our fine weather inspired the cattle and horses to lounge around, enjoying the sun and growing grass:

 If I remember correctly, the small leafed Rhododendron just outside my door has never before bloomed, but it finally began to flower this year. I wasn't much impressed with them, though:

 But that's because I was too early. The next day, the flowers began to open and I think I've identified it as a PJM Rhododendron:


 A surveyor was working in the large cornfield across the road so I walked over to chat, thinking the owner might have sold the field for someone's new home. No, it was simply being surveyed for the people next door to know their correct fence line:

 The automatic poultry waterer broke one day and I scrambled to find something with which to give the pigeons water until I could buy a new one. I temporarily used two trough-type chick feeders with the tops open. Of course the pigeons love to bathe and were splashing wildly in it within a few minutes, but enough water to drink remained (even if it wasn't very clean). I got them a new waterer the next morning:

 Ah, spring. It leads to thoughts of love and.....um, other things:

 I planted two plum trees when I first moved to the farm and one has borne fruit each year. The other, however, has not. But this year, it flowered early, so I am hopeful:

 The other plum tree and, in fact, all the other fruit trees, had not even a suggestion of blooms yet, but this new plum tree was going all out. I hope the fruit is early also: