Fish Tacos of Death

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Location: Hell, Michigan, United States

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Sunday, October 30, 2022

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I'm in Michigan. It's cold and lonely. I'm next to a giant lake called Huron. I saw a CANADA STEAMSHIP yesterday. From Canada! It exists! I feel like I'm up in the corner attic of the country. Although technically, maybe that'd be Maine. Or Washington. It just feels like I'm close to a boundary here. I can sense it. Do you ever "sense" a boundary? Do you "sense" the edge? Of course, I sleep poorly at night. Some peeps think you sleep worse in unfamiliar environments because half of your brain stays on, or something. Because there might be DANGER nearby. Some birds do the same thing. There's a lot of farmland up here. It basically looks like any other agricultural state. Except more trees. They haven't chopped down every single one of their trees yet, like they have in Iowa and Nebraska. The fog every morning is so dense. Two mornings ago, my visibility was maybe 3 feet while out driving on the main road. It was terrifying. Also I don't know if I'm supposed to be doing my bird surveys when it's foggy. I can't see anything. But it's still pretty, despite being terrifying when driving through it. What is this "fog" anyway? There's a hole above me where there is blue sky, but around me is just clouds. Why are there CLOUDS AROUND ME.