Winter just got a little sand-colored, orange-legged, breast-banded stake driven through its icy heart.* I made my March pilgrimage this weekend to greet the newly-arrived Piping Plover at Sandy Hook, where it felt very gray and wet and winter-like, but hopeful, still. Woodcock are next, if it’ll ever stop raining and blowing! *C. Vogel, quoted … Continue reading Hope, muted