5:52 p.m. CST March 10, writing at dusk, on the roof above me a mourning dove calls. We’re right on the migratory line, you can see them in the state year ’round, but I say it’s a sign of spring. That and the half-buckets of sap we got today.
5:52 p.m. CST March 10, writing at dusk, on the roof above me a mourning dove calls. We’re right on the migratory line, you can see them in the state year ’round, but I say it’s a sign of spring. That and the half-buckets of sap we got today.