Robert Parker’s most famous character, the hard-boiled Boston detective Spencer, once remarked during an awkward conversation: “There was nothing to say. So I said it.”

That sums up this morning’s hunt, though I can’t say nothing, since this is supposed to be a blog post after all. So as a compromise, and for your reading pleasure, here is today’s hunting haiku:

Back to a dead tree
Waiting in the wind and dark
Four does, nothing more