The doves were cooing madly this morning. One, in particular, seemed downright joyous and was calling since the first light inched open the eyelids of the day. Then the geese honked in, raucous and announcing their presence. Red-winged blackbirds flung pearls of shining sound along the lake's edge. Last evening—pairs of mergansers and wood ducks silently scurried over the dark surface, even as the final ice faded.