Not raining

Not snowing either.  In fact, actual sunshine, here and there and now and then.

If we manage to reach the upper 40s F, I may go for a bike ride.  Give my ancient bones reason to ache.

We had an almost-goldfinch this morning.  Mostly yellow and black, with just a spotting of drab winter feathers.  I guess he thinks spring has sprung.  And a dawn chorus of robins and cardinals and doves celebrating avian sex.

Although I have to allow the possibility that all that noise came from one mockingbird.