Saw the first goldfinches of spring today. They must have been shocked at the amount of snow, but happy, I presume, at the full bird feeders. The breeding plumage of the males not quite filled out, rough drafts of summer.
Cold and bright this morning, with a skim of fresh ice on the river. The trees are still bare. The terriers got me up at dawn — just before, actually — and I saw a waning crescent moon in a cold blue-black sky. The Canada geese returned yesterday, though, and they were already setting up a racket on the Racquette, so spring must be here. I’m still feeding the goldfinches, but when this barrel of sunflower seed is gone, that’s it for the greedy little buggers. I’ve seen a flock of starlings and a few scattered songbirds the last few days, house finches. It will just be getting really nice when I leave for Vietnam in a month, where it will be full-on hot.