Well... it's snowin and blowin here... and the hundreds of crows that roosted in my trees last night (massing for migration somewhere warmer, like Texas) lifted at daylight and shat all over the lawn, the barn, the patio, the driveway, the truck... I had to pick my steps around and between it just to go for milk and bread this morn.

Me dear old Mum said she figured the crows mass up in my trees and roost in same in spring is because we are kindred spirits.

I hope your kindred spirits are much kinder, kat. T's & P's at ya yet again.