Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
Once again, so many mourning doves and gray squirrels scattered before the meathead and I left town that I lost count.
Despite the forecast storm of the winter for tomorrow, the animals certainly acting like spring is near.
A cardinal called from the trees along the side rail before the town pond. Despite another frozen night, a few red-winged blackbirds trilled from the north old clay pit.
With the cold overnight, the open water skimmed completely over on the north end of the south pit.
Let me take that back. Seven Canada geese were standing on that skim ice, apparently thicker than it looked. Then I saw that one of the geese had a patch of water, maybe a yard square swam open.
They were not anxious to move, even when the meathead charged down to the water's edge, or should that be ice's edge?
The ice fishermen still have their ice shanty out on the ice cap holding on the south end of the south pit.
Wonder what half a foot of snow will do to ice tomorrow? To ice fishing?
As Storm and I came out of the brush along the old rail bed, now a trail, and headed to the feed mill on the edge of town, I found the cardinal I had heard calling earlier.
It was a dash of lively red on another grayish morning.