A pale owl flapped to the top of a spruce tree in the park this morning, and sat there, stone still. Very rare sighting.
Eleven crows flying northward, chatting. (close attention to their silhouettes this time, plus it’s lighter now for morning walks – yay (solar) spring! – definitely blunt-tailed, smooth ruffed crows, not V-tailed craggy ravens.)
> It’s somewhat warmer today, after a week of chill-you-to-the-bone, and lots of deep snow remains everywhere.