At the meeting this morning at the church on the corner of Airport and Estes, I parked next to the stand of trees right there at the southeast corner, the last clump of trees at what had been for a long time a very wooded intersection. A snow storm is blowing in, something we humans have been watching and tracking for weeks now.
Judging by the chatter and clatter in the trees there, the birds were aware of it too. There appeared to be a frenzied discussion going on, in chirps and squawks of tones low and high, of what to do, where to go, who had food, who had HBO and Hulu, and so on.
And perhaps they were saying the same things we were. This is the south. We flew down here to get away from all that cold stuff up north, these weeks at a time of ice and snow on the ground. What the hell is going on here?
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