From an email to me mum:

[spudtater]

We've had odd weather here. It's been mild recently, and the crocii have sprung up... only to get blasted today by snow, hail, and then a near blizzard. Oddly alternated with periods of sun and calm, where yes, the birds are singing in the trees, but I think that if anybody understood bird-speak, they'd be able to translate it roughly as: "Omigod my balls are fucking frozen. I'm never going to be able to procreate again. AAAGH! SHIT! They're starting to defrost right this minute; please just fucking shoot me and spare me the pain."   8^S