Good morning. I know. What can I say. Habits. They die hard. The Accuweather... what an oxymoron... Anyway, the Accuweather Augurers have declared the Front Porch to be swathed in 19° right now with a 3 mph breeze. Gonna need sleeves before visiting. 52% humidity. Wow. Kinda low for this time of day. And lastly, but not leastly, fair skies, which were noted when closing the bedroom window. Many stars were visible.
Cold out there!
Here's a picture from a couple of days ago.
The fog was thick. No light for Camera. Did you know crows bob up and down when they caw? Like they're throwing every syllable into the air. I read about that when I was trying to learn the difference between a Crow and a Raven. The Crow in the bottom right of the picture was hurling his words with great gusto. Really throwing his whole body into the 'bob-and-throw' cawing. Yet not a single sound came from him. He's completely mute. I wonder if he might be the same bird I noticed last year that couldn't speak. I like to think so. A survivor, in spite of his handicap. Surrounded by his family.
May your day be GREAT GRAND and GLORIOUS, full of the LIVE LAUGH LOVE LOOK LISTEN and LEARN nourishment and filled with wondrous DREAMS!!!