We went down to Pilar on Friday afternoon. A slow drive along the Rio Grande to look for waterfowl and eagles was the agreed-upon Valentine’s Day present for us both. But the sun was shining, it felt like spring—sixty-five degrees down in the canyon—why wait for the 14th, we thought? And off we went. This guy was one of the first specimens we sighted, and my wife is devoted to Canada geese, so that worked out fine.