This morning, while I was walking the dog, I heard a mourning dove and, of course, some crows and a lot of miscellaneous chirping and twittering that I am not naturalist enough to identify. I saw and heard a duck, coming in for a landing, quacking as she went.
Shoots are coming up for daffodils and hyacinths; some daffodils are already in bloom. And magnolias are bursting out of their sheaths.
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