So the thermometer reads 38 degrees (allow me to shout: FORTY-TWO DEGREES BELOW ZERO) this morning and the dogs, heartless hounds who nudge me awake with canine ESP each day at dawn, have actually slept in, and the birds, the birds are quiet, in shock, I'm sure, from this frigid night, and look, there in the sky. a flock of waterfowl, flying NORTH as fast as they can. Because it's warmer there.