Enough rain already, even the aspens are weeping. Three infectious diseases from last weekend’s trip have sapped my enthusiasm for spring, tulips and cute little fermented-berry drunken cedar waxwings intent on killing themselves by flying into our windows. R was the hero, Tracy Aviary sent a licensed bird rescuer to collect the little beast last week. The incident occurred when it was 35deg on the porch, so we found it a box and a towel to keep it warm until they came. A broken wing and possible spinal injuries, chances were poor, but better than being eaten by a cat. We could all use a day of sunshine to air out our feathers, take a dustbath and clear the winter blahs away.