This morning, as I drifted into consciousness, I awoke to the trumpet of a Canada Goose flying nearby. It's a call I remember well from growing up in Wisconsin, where you would see literally thousands migrating every year. Their large "v" formations honking away as they went north in the spring or south in the fall.
As I looked out my bedroom window, eyes still blurry with sleep, I noticed that the front yard was filled with red-winged blackbirds, robins, and cowbirds. Like
We still have what is known as a "landline." Although with the advent of the cell phone, I doubt many people still have this relic of communication from the past anymore. And yes, it is a rotary phone which is slow, doesn’t allow key commands, and only does one thing…make and receive calls. But, I love to hear the dial turn. And when I used one all the time, I could rapidly stick my index finger into the slots without even looking - whipping through the phone number in record