bird walk report. i heard there was one hawk but she flew into the sun. there was one karin without treats apologizing to mister and mister saying, really, it's ok. you don't have to bring me nothing, i'm just glad to see you. and a new kid thomas from boston. it was a slow walk and we didn't reach the beach because mister was looking for the head birder in her car at the south end where he usually finds her car birding with crescent pumpkin moon treats and when i say pat's not here mister all he hears is pat, and here, because that's what a dog wants to hear.
on the way home behind the museum i notice the level of the ice lagoon has risen above the steps. 
hi pat. i didn't count the birds, but i saw one little nuthatch that was so adorable it was like the sweet heart center of the whole landscape for one flit of a moment and i thought of you.
wish you well.