The birds have begun to change their songs here in the frozen lands, slowly thawing. I've been hearing delightful calls that I haven't heard since the leaves were green.
It will be a long time still until I smell any green leaves.
Today a cataclysm of nasty magpies were mobbing a spruce tree. I looked hard for an owl, or a raptor. They might just have been in flap about a cat. He he.
