Shaking off the blues I'm "shaking off" the Late Winder Blues. Hope you all are as well. Looking out the window, I yearn for spring. The days are a little longer, The sun brighter. Early birds are arriving, chirping their hello. It's not the worms they're after but the best territory. They'll use it to attract a mate, They have a need. Turns out they aren't so different than you and me. Like those birds, I'm saying "hello out there".