Salmon spawning and new life begins- even in winter.

I always think of Spring as being the time of year for regeneration - for plants and for animals.  It is a time of newness and of hope and of continuation. Whereas this dismal time of year spells death and decay to me.
BUT - I saw a wonderful thing today, which has quite changed how I feel.
I saw salmon spawning - the mighty king of the Scottish rivers - spawning in the burn at the bottom of our hill. Huge silvery fishes splashing and racing about as the males fight for a female and then quiet as the female lays her eggs in a shallow hollow and the male glides over and covers them with his sperm. And there is life beginning all over again. Magic