We' ve had Gilligan for about 25 years. He came to us already "used" and supposedly from a sweet little lady. That, it seems, might not have been true. Rather, his former human companions must have been rather salty tongued. For all this time, we've tried to bring the boy to piety, but alas, his unique verbosity continues unabated.
Anyway, as he has done in years past, Groundparrot Gilligan again peered out his now fabled window. I went into his room this morning and asked him whether he saw his shadow. He responded with a low mumble that sounded, well, not like something printable in a family chat room.
Anyway, looking out that window, there's good and bad news. From Gilligan's vantage point, there were no shadows to see whatsoever. The bad news was that from his "sister" Hansie's vantage point, the slight, but distinct outline of the neighbor car's shadow could indeed, be seen upon the ground.
So I'm afraid it's inconclusive at this time, dear reader. Do we believe Groundparrot Gilligan that spring weather is just around the corner, or Hansie's (shall we call her "Hailstorm Hansie"?) prediction of six more weeks of winter?
Ah, the challenges of life in Lakewood!