The Birds Are Confused

January BirdsIt was knocking on 70° today. The birds were singing. I think the song was It Might as well Be Spring.

The birds are confused. Hell, I’m confused. This time last year I was breaking my back digging out from the great blizzard of 2011. Today I was out in the Harley getting a cool breeze in my face. There seemed to be a thousand other motorcycles out doing the same thing. What a difference a few months make.

You might remember just a few months back I was bitching about how hot it was. Day after day of temps over 100°. And then one day it was bearable again. It’s like it went from OMG to “isn’t this nice” in the blink of a porch light.

I have a theory I hope proves to be true although I have a poor track record in the prognostication department.

It was so hot for so long this summer it can’t get as cold this winter.

Well, it sounds good on paper but I was missing in action for most of my classes on theory.

I had a theory about Tequila and that didn’t work out too well either.

Winter is nature’s way of saying, “Up yours.” ~Robert Byrne

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