
Perfect weather - low seventies and no humidity. Daffodils and crocuses were out and lovely. No one should die on a day as beautiful as this one.
Birded without binoculars in the park. Bird of the day was the white throated sparrow. Saw a number including one in perfect dominant plumage with the white stripes on its head painted bright white. Heard many singing in the trees and hills. All will be gone by mid May moving north past most of Canada. Right now a couple of them are also in my backyard.
For me the birds more than anything else make the long New York winter bearable. I am a Northern California boy. Ice is meant to be part of term "ice cream" or clinking around in a stiff drink.

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