Cold this morning, sun late, breath visible, birds reluctant to move. The geese are back, big and cranky, watched warily by the huddled ducks.

We're recovering from that full moon -- the hunter's moon? -- that had coyotes here throwing raves each night, and each morning the dogs, just crazed, running loops and zigs and zags, racing through the scents of their wild cousins' revels.