Despite the snow and ice (and my winter aches and pains), the birds are more getting active as the days grow longer. There is singing and territorial intrigues in the bushes and undergrowth. Hawks and falcons are lingering within striking distance of bird feeders. The swans ("Romeo and Juliet") hang around like nonplussed but obviously lustful teenagers. It would seem that winter weather is a passing thing and we shall not take it too seriously. And the earth spins on its tippy tilted axis and brings us all this entertainment. It's so simple. Yes it is.