A harbinger of Spring where I live is the annual herring run through the Salish Sea.
The herring in their countless millions migrate south as they spawn, the females attaching their fertilized roe onto kelp.
As they spawn their milt paints the dark ocean a pale emerald green.
And as they come through it’s a . . . → Read More: The Disaffected Lib: Herring Here, Herring There, Herring Everywhere