Lots of humans and canines out too. Temps in the mid 50s, and snow going fast.

Not sure I can count this high. Might have to zoom in. Not really visible on a small screen.

The cranes seem to move in the morning. By afternoon, their calls no longer rattle the heavens. I assume they have settled down to glean grain fields before moving farther north, or are staking a claim to a wetland around here.

In appreciation of the weather, we fired up the Green Egg, and did a slow cook of of a St. Paddy’s brisket (in the more Texan than Irish style).