Dear birds -- still not spring

Air temperature 22 F, wind west about 5 mph, partly cloudy. Mourning doves calling in the predawn gloom, crows splitting up and arguing over territory, cardinals yammering from the tops of trees. Couple of feet of snow on the ground . . .

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Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

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Hazy ghost half moon.