The other morning, Doug took the dogs down to the lake. He watched with idle interest as a large black bird--he assumed it was a crow--pecked at some carrion in the middle of the ice.
Then he noticed the bird's white head. A bald eagle.
The eagle took off, glided right over his head, and landed in a nearby tree.
Despite our heavy snow of Friday, it's spring, and the world is stirring. Blossom time is not too far off, and in May we'll see the turtles climb out of the lake and dig holes for their eggs. The cardinals are already singing at dawn, waking us up.
It's all a good reminder to get out there, look around, and, above all, don't skip the morning walk.
A lot of my blog posts lately have been stories of years ago. It's time for me to turn off the computer a little more often and get out there and look around for some new stories.
I'm not quitting the blog. Just trying to pace myself better. I'll still post--probably every week, but not every day.
Blogline me, and you'll know when I'm back. Or just check back from time to time. You know me--I don't stay quiet for long.