Early birds eclipse chasing
At 3am we walked home as the moon moved out of totality. The quiet was broken by birdsong and was a sweet echo of the geese honking wildly when the moon disappeared. It was a poetic reminder that this is reality… regardless of the asshats in DC….can they tariff Bird song? The Canadian Geese’ migration? They can try…they might! In the end nature always wins. Their game is a bit like speed chess at present… terrible winners and losers who cheat because no one holds them accountable. With no shame or honor they will shoot themselves in the foot and then try to change the rules to their advantage. Frank Zappa fortold this long ago… Don’t eat the yellow snow!
Early birds eclipse chasing
At 3am we walked home as the moon moved out of totality. The quiet was broken by birdsong and was a sweet echo of the geese honking wildly when the moon disappeared. It was a poetic reminder that this is reality… regardless of the asshats in DC….can they tariff Bird song? The Canadian Geese’ migration? They can try…they might! In the end nature always wins. Their game is a bit like speed chess at present… terrible winners and losers who cheat because no one holds them accountable. With no shame or honor they will shoot themselves in the foot and then try to change the rules to their advantage. Frank Zappa fortold this long ago… Don’t eat the yellow snow!