Another week north of the border, mostly spent up to my eyeballs in, increasingly excitable, Crossbills. Singing their little twisty-schnozzled faces off they were.
Woke up in a snow globe this morning, the sun beat off the last of the snow flurries,... and the visibility was incredible. It was that clear I could see the future. I saw unspeakable vulgarity, institutionalised mediocrity, infinite tragedy, little souls rising up and joining a doomed army to fight the good fight and wage the unwinnable war. I also saw a Crossbill with a half decent wingbar and well-marked tertials, inner secondaries and median coverts to boot.
PS. Yay for the Divine Comedy too.