Going back a week: 70 degrees on Christmas Day and the daffodils think it’s spring. Weeds too:
We still had food to harvest in the garden (and there’s more to cone!):
And the birds seemed equally confused about where they should be. Watch hundreds of — crows? –as they moved in a pack, lifting off almost simultaneously with a big whoosh and moving from yard to yard. They’re now gone.
Heck, I was confused! The state shattered the record for warmest December ever by more than five degrees.