this morning #2068.

this morning, despite the dearth of vegetation & the sub-zero temps, the birds were still out there chirping. have to assume that their conversation was somewhere along the lines of “DUDE. DUUUUUUDE. WTF are we doing out here? these feathers are NOT keeping me warm. not one bit.” “i know, right? my sense of the seasons has gone all fakakta!” “BRRR. ok. let’s think of a warm spot where we can stay.” “how about the abandoned factory on fourth? we can at least avoid the wind.” “nah. that place gives me the creeps. not looking to get eaten.” “jesus. i knew we should’ve flown south with everyone else. never should’ve followed your birdbrained ass.” after that, all chirping ceased. i assume they flew away. hope that they’re safe.