Regardless of the weather elsewhere, Spring seems to be in the air here - temperatures up in the 70s (in Febrauary?), and this mroning your humble host did go forth barefoot to gather the Sunday newspaper to the owl-like cries of lust-crazed Mourning Doves, roosting on the branches of the big Arizona Ash, its branches and twigs covered with swelling buds, the ground below spattered with guano.

So naturally I started clearing up some stuff here, mainly moving a number of items to the Scraps section where they were originally meant to be posted. This is MY guano, I guess.

Since Tegerio (AKA Dr Phlogiston) has stopped posting for Lent and quite rightly so, it has apparently fallen upon the rest of us to take up the burden, or something like that. Here is yet another take on the strange and terrible tale of Zandar Skonk and those buffalo - which has been mostly deleted from his site so if you missed it the first time around you're out of luck. But only until you get a copy of that CD.