Yesterday, as I went out for a morning walk, I could not help but notice that the neighborhood was full of blackbirds. They were on everyoneâ€™s lawn as well as raising hell in the trees. I assumed they were taking a feeding and rest stop on their way south.
One of my neighbors, a Haitian lady who apparently is new to the Northeast, saw me walking and asked, â€œWhat is with all these blackbirds? Are we in their migratory path?â€
I answered that I assumed that to be the case.
However, I secretly thought it might be fun to say, â€œOh no, this has absolutely nothing to do with migration. All these blackbirds are a sign of some extremely bad juju,â€ which I suspect would have seriously screwed up the womanâ€™s day.
Sometimes I am just a regular gott-damned prince.