About ten minutes after beginning my Environmental Lit class, a dozen phone alarms wet off and then city sirens. So we packed up our papers, trekked down to the library basement, cleared away boxes, set up folding chairs, and continued our discussion (part of which touched on climate change). Tornados on February 8? Best class ever.

And earlier, sharp shinned hawk stalking all the little brown jobs sheltering in the big yew outside the front door. Lots of what I would call delighted vocalization from inside the yew when I encouraged the hawk to move along.