Sometime between 5 p.m. on March 16 and 5 p.m. on March 17, the ice went out on the Rum. I drove down to the boat landing on March 16 and saw the black ice ridging up on itself creating seams across the river. I knew the ice would be going soon. I wish I had been there to see it.
Plus I saw my first red winged blackbird today - a male sitting on a cattail in the swamp south of the boy scout camp. The males come back first to stake out the best territory.
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