Last night, around 11:00 p.m., I took the trash out and it felt like a night at the beach. In the Midwest, on January 12, it was about 60 degrees and lovely. I just stood out there for a little bit, taking it all in and marveling how I could be perfectly comfortable, even a bit balmy, standing out in a tee shirt in the dead of winter. This morning, I look outside and there are literally around 150 birds on our back lawn. I can't even see our dead grass for the birds. I am literally counting crows here, people. Naturally this freaks me out. What the eff? Did they already fly back North? If so, they are going to be sadly disappointed in about 12 hours.