"I'll tell ya where. Some place warm. A place where the beer flows like wine and beautiful women instinctively flock like salmon to capastrano! I'm talking about a place called ASS-PEN!"

Hundreds of swallows today bobbing and weaving along Whitewater creek, where apparently there has been an early hatch of flying protein. Whatever the swallows were going after were too small for me to see, much less photograph.

Chilly, gray day, with strong east wind, boding no good.