It's That Time of Year

Forgot to mention that last week I saw one of my favorite sights of spring: Robin Sex! Or at least Robin courting; it's often hard to tell if there's actual consummation. 
Watching the energy of the animal kingdom in spring is always inspiring and invigorating. Plus, bird sex always reminds me of
Walt Whitman's great poem The Dalliance of the Eagles: 

Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)  
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,  
The rushing amorous contact high in space together,  
The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel,  
Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling,
In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling,  
Till o’er the river pois’d, the twain yet one, a moment’s lull,  
A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,  
Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,  
She hers, he his, pursuing.