Cycled in to the University after all. It is dry and rather warm for the middle of the night... in January... at fifty-two degrees latitude. In fact, it is fifty degrees (F) out there. So why not?

I am glad that I decided not to be a wimp about it and drive. Although I cycle in every day, this was a particularly pleasant experience. The cool night breeze in my face... the full moon peeking out between holes in the clouds... having the main road in North Oxford all to myself.

Well... almost all to myself. On the ride, I heard many a bird chirping in the trees. At one o'clock in the morning. What the...?!? Um, Nomad to birdies: Why aren't you sleeping???

The last time I remember hearing so many birds wake up in the middle of the night was when I lived in the Phoenix area, lo those many years ago. There it made sense! When the daytime temperature breaks 110 degrees, then of course sensible creatures want to take advantage of the cool of night. Heck, we would always hit the hot-tub around midnight, ourselves.

But here??? Doesn't make sense, I tell you. Weirdo birds...
.

Profile

anarchist_nomad: (Default)
anarchist_nomad

Most Popular Tags

Powered by Dreamwidth Studios

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags