Not the sparkling wine by Andre but the cold ducks at the Forsythe National Wildlife Refuge in Oceanville, NJ.
I drove thru part of the refuge (at 47,000 acres, just a small part) along the Wildlife Drive on a recent winter day. In the distance in sparkling sunlight, but worlds away, lay my old hometown.
More close at hand, in the biting chill were some of the birdlife, trying to survive. Why didn’t that heron go to Warm Sanibel?