The weatherman lied. He said it would be warm today. It was freeeeeeezing down by the river. There were white caps on the Hudson. Mama Hawk stayed huddled in her nest. I wore winter layers and was glad of it. An hour was all I could stand. The next time the weatherman should stick his finger out the window for a reality test. Nevertheless, it was lovely talking to robins, seeing Papa Hawk soaring and finding the deepest purple patch of crocuses I've ever seen._______________________________________
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