The warm weekend we just had did for the ice on Monona Bay for good. This morning I was running a tad late, so I motored (figuratively) down to the foot of my street—and stopped dead, lateness forgotten, because there were half a dozen loons in a little group just off to my east, and two more cruising a bit further off.
I got such a charge from that that I got to work seven minutes early. (Well, yes, I did catch the lights, too.)
Happy spring, folks, from Loony Bay.



