Sunday roadkill report (plus extras)

One well-aged porcupine. I count it because it wasn't there the last time I took this route, therefore it is "fresh" for personal values of "fresh."

Not-roadkill: one mature bald eagle soaring over the river, about four miles into today's ride. That's the same area where one swooped in to land about ten feet over my head, last year. Probably the same bird, or its mate. Also some kind of hawk, probably Coopers from size and profile, carrying twigs across a power-line cut. Nesting material.

And a Tale of Two Maines -- we have sun and light breezes and warm (well, 65 F and I can hear the snorts of derision all the way from Florida and Texas, thank you) while rain continues in southern Maine, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts, with serious flooding. I repent me of my ill-wish of yesterday. Even Boston doesn't deserve _that_ much. But then, Sodom and Gomorrah didn't deserve to be nuked, either...

34.06 miles, 2:42:20