February in Westchester, New York is pretty chilly but even with the ice and cold, life persists on the Bronx River. Lots of Canadian geese find refugee along the river. I gained a deeper appreciation for these birds, who are considered more of a nuisance here rather than a delight.  Earlier in February, I spotted a dead goose in the Bronx River, which was rather unsettling given the bird flu reports this year.  Although I reported it, I am unsure as to whatever came of it.  Either way, I am looking forward to what spring has in store for us. The barren landscape with its mess of tangled branches will soon be full of color.