Yesterday, the sky looked threatening to the east, but to the west, and in patches, it was blue. The blue part looked exactly the type of clear azure where you can often see eagles soaring. And there they were, three of them, two adults and a juvenile, riding the storm front, circling and gliding.
Below, in the pond, two frogs had surfaced. I looked for a while, amazed that they might appear so early, before realising that they were quite dead. Kris brought binoculars and we were able to see that one had no eyes. The ice on this part of the pond had melted and must have allowed these two unfortunates, trapped perhaps beneath the surface, to rise up and float lopsidedly.