That's what my grandmother would call this -- "a dismal day" with its unrelenting gray. Nevertheless, I decided to walk around the lakes, thinking that with the warm air the water would be open and there might be some ducks.
I had conveniently repressed the memory of the past month of sub-freezing temperatures.
A few pairs of mallards floated silently on the very few watery breaches in the ice. A lone great blue looked sullenly at the stetch of white before her. But chickadees called through the woods, and titmice dashed back and forth to the Nature Center's feeder. Not a bad beginning to the day.