From 11:30 to midnight last night, while watching the earth's shadow slide across the moon toward totality, with Mars in opposition shining a hand's-breadth away, I heard my first Greater White-fronted Geese of the year on the move, calling far off in the distance. A Western Screech-Owl called once closer at hand. Just now I heard the twittering of my first Vaux's Swifts of the year zipping about the neighborhood. -- Grant Canterbury Gladstone <grantandstacy17@xxxxxxxxx>