Short but vigorous walk through Whitemud north, once again, to look for the elusive Barred Owl. All we saw was melting ice, pools of water, and a wet labrador. Beautiful out though, and Maggie didn’t complain too much about the stairs, as there were a lot of them. We’re in the middle of a big melt, finally, but probably not the final. There’s always the May snowstorm to look forward to.

11:00 AM/10C (later)