It’s been a bit cold lately, but, despite historic winds, also vividly clear and sunny. When I went for a walk this morning it was in the 40’s, which didn’t stop any of the wildlife from going about their spring business. In a marsh a pair of Canada geese were blaring their horns at each other, barely succeeding in drowning out the insistent territorial buzzes of the red-wing blackbirds; a groundhog cautiously popped his head out of a hole on an embankment; an audacious mockingbird cycled repeatedly through his vast songbook from the top of a sycamore tree; and more than one cottontail noisily fled from me through the underbrush. There was, however, at least one creature hiding from the unseasonable temperatures. Beneath a a scrap of thick, back plastic, I found a wee beastie coiled up in a loose spiral: a baby garter snake too cold even to be bothered by me. After taking a picture (which required that I bend down only inches away from him), I recovered the poor cold-blooded baby with the plastic. Because today it was more humane not to pick up the trash.