As the snow recedes

 We took a walk along the river sunday and the only ducks we saw was one mallard

 and one goldeneye.

 A nest, though not sure who built it.

 As there is still a bit of snow a few people were getting in some cross country skiing.

As the snow recedes and the ground thaws the buds of spring burst forth with new life; except in Alberta its old waste that sprouts with reckless abandon. 

 A sorry commentary that as the snow disappears we find ourselves ankle deep in a waste dump. Everywhere there is garbage, plastics, paper, tins and cigarette butts in the street gutters, along the fences that bound the sidewalks, all through the kids playgrounds. Plastic bags flutter from bare trees. We are a society of rubbish. Its All Rubbish!

Whatever happened to public pride, whatever happened to using trash cans rather than just tossing garbage in the streets. We are a sorry bunch for sure.

And on a more pleasant note the Boreal Chickadees, which are one of my favourite winter birds have been about lately.