More bird songs about the weather. Well… According to Alexa, they are calling for cloudy weather tomorrow with thunderstorms. According to the little bird’s song, “the weather events could be moderate to severe!”
This is all assuming that the feathery fellow isn’t spending too much time with Mary Jane again, which then generally leaves him flying too high, his brain then starving for oxygen due to the thin air at thirty-seven thousand feet. I’ve spoken to him about this in the past, but I don’t think the message is getting through. Maybe that’s because he was already under her influence the last time we talked about it? But even still… You’d think he’d be able to grasp the fact that, “You can’t expect to live long if you’re trying to literally join the Mile High Club with Mary Jane when you’re your own pilot!”
Anyhow, I’m just going to have to keep my fingers crossed that Mary Jane is out of the picture and he’s singing from a position of knowing. Besides, it could be worse. He could be hanging out with Karma and, as anyone who’s ever dated her knows, “That bisexual tramp is a royal Bitch!”