That's what adorns the 2013-2014 Federal Duck Stamp. I stopped by the post office today and picked one up. Tomorrow I might go get my Migratory License for Washington. Birds have been a big part of each day lately. Fledgling crows are following their parents around crowing their squeaky "caws" still begging for food. The neighborhood echos with their racket. I spend hours dreaming about hitting the woods for grouse in September, pheasant in October, and ducks in November. The reloading bench is littered with hulls, wads, shot, powder, and recipes for various loads. I need to get lines and weights on the decoys. I dream at night about far away and expensive places to hunt upland birds and ducks, lodge dinner tables filled with good food and drink. I'm thinking about getting a side by side UTV to haul Sasha up the hill with me instead of the ATV, she never would stay on that one. She's 12 and I want her to enjoy as many more seasons as she can. Everything is in a state of flux and anticipation now, nothing really tangible. About 7 weeks before it gets real...I never have been a patient man... Even the black berry brambles are too far off, still nothing but blooms and little green buds. Dang, isn't anything ready to go? Any one else itching like me...?