All day long, big V-shaped flocks of Canada geese winging north. They must know something, though I know that, apart from the Great Lakes, there is no open water at latitudes higher than here.

Several male cardinals tuning up today as well, and I think I heard a robin.

And, walking through the spruce grove in the park this morning, Pax and I were surprised when a substantial slice of pizza came tumbling out of the sky, nearly bonking me on the head. A grumpy 'caw' led me to believe Maitre Corbeau had lost his grip on breakfast. Either that or manna from heaven.