I expected both old clay pits to be open by this morning, but the south pit was still more than half frozen.
Why? How? I whine, therefore I am.
Yes, the photo looks drab. The end of winter is drab.
I stretched out an extended ramble because I thought it was cold enough to freeze all the muck solid.
It was not. It was just on the edge of freezing.
Naturally, at least naturally for me, that took me to Burt Reynolds and Kris Kristofferson in ``Semi-Tough.''
It seems right to walk through semi-frozen muck past a semi-frozen clay pit and end up at ``Semi-Tough.''
That movie really is low-brow and raunchy, but I do love it.
But semi or not, spring signs abound.
I could hear mourning doves cooing before I even opened the door to let Lady, our family's mutt, ramble off the porch. Robins called from trees and hopped around lawns and any grassy everywhere.
I call it the racket of robins.
Canada geese called the from lake to the west.
Once I crossed the side rail separating the town from the wildness of the town pond, I heard the trilling of dozens of red-winged blackbirds around the north pit.
Only a handful of geese swam on the north pit. I did not see any actually nesting yet, but one was certainly acting close to it.
That time is near.
As we walked out the trail, formerly a side rail, above the south pit, I definitely heard a wood duck take off from the southeast corner of the south pit. How we missed it when we walked past I do not know.
Back downtown, the bank thermometer read 33 degrees. That was about right.
A pair of Eurasian collared doves croaked and flew around city hall. I wonder how many pairs we actually have in town now.
A block from home a pair of honking geese flew over low.
The first and only gray squirrel of the morning sprinted between the neighbor's oak and maple.