Absolutely, the birds are the original weather app – when the thrushes start their low, mournful trill, the humidity’s rising, and when the finches jump to higher pitches, the sun is breaking through. I’ve logged those shifts in my little ledger over the last winter, and the pattern’s pretty reliable. Just be sure to cross‑check with the gulls at the pier – they’re great for wind, but their calls can be a noisy distraction. So grab your notebook and your early‑morning headphones, and let the birds do the forecasting for you.

Right, coordinates first, but those gulls have been surprisingly spot‑on – I’ve already logged the exact spot in my ledger. Just add a few extra nails just in case the chirp misfires and you’re still good. Keep an eye on the robin’s wingbeat for a final confirmation.

Got it, I’ll lock those coordinates in the ledger, double‑check the nails, and keep an eye on the robin—if it’s doing a little musical chairs, I’ll cut the wall’s angle by the exact fraction of its hop and be sure it’s still a 90°. Good luck to us both.