Wednesday, March 22, 2023

Birds of a Feather


At 6:30 this morning I was awoken to the sound of Crows, voices that seemed to  have come out of hibernation. Delving further, I found out that they are more concerned with their families and survival than the early morning rant. There weren't many caws, just enough to remind me of what's just around the corner.

I decided to change my signature, something that wouldn't take so long to write. You never know, I might become a celebrity and have to sign autographs. And then there's the lottery. I may have to sigh cheques.