In literary works, you can sometimes find a comparison of the seasons with birds.
For example, this phrase, similar to the one I once saw: A white bird flew in, flapped its wing, and everything was covered with white snow!
That's probably what winter looks like to someone.
But, in fact, winter is not a bird at all lol.
Of course, there are birds that have lost the meaning of flying to warmer climes in the fall and returning home in the spring, because they can take refuge in the warm attics of high-rise buildings.
But, de jure, a normal bird that feels its independence from humans flies away once a year and flies back once a year.
And winter, judging by the last few years, is, unlike birds, in a constant shuttle between north and south, sometimes warm, sometimes very cold, a bird would not survive such a flight.
Yesterday a real snowy winter flew to us again and did not say when it would fly away from us again.
A few days ago it was already possible to think about doing summer sports, but now it's time to get out of the closet not balls and rackets for bambinton, but skis, sleds and skates.
Therefore, if winter is a bird, then a very ill-mannered bird in whose genes there is no clear migration schedule at all.
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