Last Monday was Groundhog Day - and I think the little guy saw his shadow, for whatever that was worth. So spring is a ways off - though even six more weeks doesn't seem long given the deep freeze we've been in for the past few months. But in fact the groundhog - or woodchuck - or whistlepig (my favorite name) - is not the only harbinger of spring. For several weeks we've been treated to the scent of skunk in the late evening - so at least one has come out to see what's going on - however, they are not true hibernators, so this may not mean much. More encouraging, the cardinals are singing in the mornings, and two days ago I heard a house finch's spring song.