Yesterday's respite from snow called for a woodland journey. As I often do, I headed out the new tree path. The crow announced my leaving. This must have meant that they were free to explore the compost pile for whatever they could find without worrying about me coming out my back door spurring them into a panicked exit. A crow followed me on my journey, continually circling overhead going from tree to tree while calling out, I guess to let the others know where I was. It was about 8:30 am, about 38 degrees and the birds, like me, were taking advantage of the break in the weather. Robins were singing but I never saw one.