Another day, another 500 words

Or there abouts. Fat Wizard is humming "Poisoning the Pigeons in the Park" to himself, sitting on a park bench and looking around for that red-tailed hawk he wants to use as an airborne set of eyes. The pigeons keep hoping he has birdseed in his pockets, but little do they know....

(No, red-tails don't normally eat pigeons. Show a hawk a crippled bird, either natural injury or magical interference, and all bets are off. Meat is meat.)

Temperature is up around 50 F (10 C), sunny, with little wind. I think that qualifies as bicycle weather, for suitably-desperate bicyclists.

Tuesday Roadkill Report

One dead porcupine, up near Lew Silver's place. Also one crow squashed in the middle of the road, out in the bog. I'd bet he was after something tasty and got careless.

The river is open as far upstream as I could see from the road. Several small ponds also seem ice-free, although I could still see ice out in the bog area. Red osiers are getting redder, various birches and aspens show yellow on the twigs, and a silver maple up the street is budding out. Very little runoff in the small brooks and streams -- that could change rapidly with a good rain, as the ground is still frozen.

15.31 miles, 1:09:30