An old wive's tale, I'd say. My Mom always said that when you see a red bird, that meant cold air was headed our way. Well, I saw one the other day and - nope. Nothing cold. It has been nice and warm. Maybe a wee bit cooler in the evenings, but I think that is supposed to happen when September rolls into the middle of the month.
I saw Daisyloo's sister down the road on a light pole. My daughter said it was her brother, it was a man, but it had long straw-colored hair like Daisyloo does. I won't be surprised if Daisyloo goes missing one night while they go and paint the town red. She is just wild like that.
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