Primitive urges, long buried deep within the brain, emerge from the throes of winter.
Urges from the wild.
The renewal of life, nesting and the hunt.
Ospreys fishing the waters of Bennington Lake and lady bugs chowing down on fresh aphids.
Deer with an implied sense of humor and our domesticated pets - showing sharp teeth and the predator's gait as a reminder.
They still have that wild thing inside.
And like the song goes - it makes my heart sing.