Why Birds Fly South for the Winter
20 Nov
In the beginning of time, or perhaps a few years ago, birds used to stay put through the Seasons.
Housing for birds was cheap. And the trees never lost their leaves in the Fall so the scenery was always pretty.
But then a few years ago, and by years I likely mean eons, the World changed.
Apparently the Seasons had a conference at a fancy resort in the Mediteranian or some such place so they could air their grievances concerning each other.
Spring was angry because nothing new ever got a chance to grow because the Summer never really ended.
And Fall was angry because it had all these great colors to paint leaves and such with but no one ever got to see them.
And Winter. Well don’t get me started on all the complaints that Old Man Wiinter had.
Summer was content with the way things were. As someone who hogs all the attention should be I suppose.
But, Summer was outnumbered. So changes were made at the conference that somewhat satisfied everyone.
Except Summer I suppose.
Spring was given 2 months a year to grow new stuff.
And Fall was given 2 months a year to paint leaves and such.
And Winter.
Well Winter had come prepared with the best arguments of all the Seasons, and a baseball bat that he used in a threatening manner.
Winter was given 6 months in the North, and less time in the South. And no time in California because California fell under the jurisdiction of Mother Nature at the time and was protected by special bylaws and such.
The birds that lived during the changes liked the Spring. The rains brought worms to the surface of the ground where they were easy pickings.
So the birds threw their shovels away and lived happily.
And they liked the Summer. They were used to it. Nothing really changed with Summer and birds don’t like change. A genetic defect I think.
And Fall was kind of cool. Literally.
But the birds were ok with it because they liked the smell of Fall’s paints.
And then Winter arrived. And the birds were frozen with fear. And by the cold as well.
So they decided to go South.
After all, none of them played hockey. And there weren’t any hockey skates to fit them anyways.
And none of them owned a toboggan. Or snowshoes. Or a parka or mittens for that matter.
So they flew South until they reached a place where they were warm again.
And they have continued this practice until this very day.
Of course with Global Warming this will likely change again but that is another story.
So today’s question is:
1) What is your favorite season. Or bird?
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