The local waterfowl passed over once again this evening, as they did early this morning on their way into the mountains. They make their journey in the gray hours before sunrise and after sunset. I still haven't gotten a good look at them, but I hear their calls quite clearly.
I have also heard the song of some bird which I take to be a lark. I recall one of the same species hanging about last spring, issuing its call throughout the afternoons for several days running until it was at last joined by a second bird of its kind. They spent an evening or two singing duets and then vanished from the neighborhood, presumably to nest in some more secluded locale. My street, it appears, is an avian pickup joint not suited for long term residence.
And the house is still so warm that I'm sure Sluggo is not suited to any long term use. I wouldn't mind a bit of fresh air myself, so I'm going out to watch the stars.