6:41 p.m. - Sunday, Feb. 04, 2007
It was 6 degrees F with a wind of about 20 mph when Dog#2 and I went for our walk in Surprise Park. And there was Mr. Robin, just like yesterday, fat and sassy and flying around in the bone-chilling, skin-freezing cold as if he'd never heard of migration.
And I saw robins there last winter, too.
WTF? It's freakin' COLD out there, man.
I guess they made a lifestyle choice. They decided the South was not for them, or annual migration was diverting time and energy from the achievement of their long-term goals.
I'm just writing to rack up the words, you understand, because my brain is frozen and if I don't get my daily 500 I'll feel bad even though the owner of the Accountability Queue is away and we're all on the honor system. I wish I had no honor but it's useless to pretend. I'm a good little girl trying to show the world how well I behave.