I flew to Nashville via Chicago on Friday. The plane overflew some of my favorite birding haunts along the Connecticut River, from Charlestown to Walpole. I had planned on taking a day next week to check them out. Waterfowl should be starting to move north very soon. St. Patricks Day is peak (apparently the venerable saint could move more than snakes). Alas, a quick check out the window revealed that the river and associated cornfields were still in winter’s firm grip.