Those damned mourning doves

Air temperature 26 F, near calm, clear sky. Roofs white with frost, thawing in patterns as the sun hits them. Doves are game birds in some areas, and considered a delicacy. Coo-ahh coo coo coo.

Aspire higher

If we achieve the warmth offered in this morning's forecast, I intend to get the mountain bike out and wake up disused muscles. A few miles only, but prelude.

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A lot of people don't care if a thing is true if it fits their preconceived notions.

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Three miles plus on the bike, moderately pleasant.  No red-wing blackbirds claiming the pocket marsh at this time.  Will stretch out into longer and yet longer rides as the weather allows.