Naturally, I'm off.... It was cloudy, foggy and below 50Â° F, which makes it cold in my book. I went out to check and see if the blue jays were in the shrubs again, but no, the back yard was empty. There were a bunch of birds congregating somewhere and chirping like mad. The little birds tend to bunch up in one tree and just chirp like crazy. It sounds like they're planning something, but there's no way to know what it is they are plotting - they're just loud, not clear.