In springtime, we are aware of every subtle shift in bud size amongst the birch or the first flight of the mosquito. Spring is also the time when the fish begin to run. A traditional tale from the Kenaitze Tribe tells of a man listening for the song of a bird. “Tsik’ezlagh” sang the bird, a Golden-Crowned Sparrow. Then a gull began calling “be’quina” (it’s fish eggs), and the man went to where the gull was calling with his dipnet. He jumped into the water, and soon caught a king salmon. Everyone came down to the beach with their dipnets, and they marked the day.