The Great Backyard Bird Count has come and gone, and even though I was reminded that last weekend was the time, by the time I saw the reminder it was already Saturday evening (and dark). By the time I remembered the reminder on Sunday morning, I didn't have fifteen minutes to stand by the window as I was preparing a last-minute dessert to take to a potluck, and by the time I got home Sunday evening it was dark again. Monday morning found me grading papers instead of looking at the window to count any dawn visitors, and by the time I got home it was dark (again).
Maybe next year. If I can figure out the new calendar management system at work.