Here in Minnesota, nothing says “winter is ending” like the assertive call of the Red-winged Blackbird.

Here in Minnesota, nothing says “winter is ending” like the assertive call of the Red-winged Blackbird.
The 7 PM freight just rolled through. So it should be safe enough to walk out there…
This winter, the Great Horned Owls came back to a site not far from my house and raised another brood.
Nicollet Island, in the Mississippi in the middle of Minneapolis, has a lot of history and there’s been a railroad bridge across it since 1867. It’s changed over those 150 years: steel girders in 1893, rebuilt in 1926, modified a couple of times since, but still in use.
Classic jazz and blues sound better on vinyl. The tracks really come to life when a diamond stylus extracts them from the grooves on an LP.