This is Bird Noir.

I'm Private Eye, Michael Stein.

It was storming that night a hard rain hammering on the roof when my phone rang

Michael. I've got a missing bird. Well, birds actually. It was my friend Billy, the mail carrier. This time of

yeah, the town's usually chock full of birds on their way north, but I ain't seen head in the

tails of any birds since this rain began.

Not even the regulars on my route.

Come to think of it, I almost never see birds in the rain, nor sleet, nor snow, nor hail.

Where are they disappearing to, Michael?

Uh-huh.

They say this is nice weather for ducks, but not every bird gets on so swimmingly with the

rain. Most birds will perch somewhere nice and sheltered and

wait the weather out. What birds ain't got good enough rain jackets then?

That's not quite it. Feathers make a great raincoat.

The problem is flying.

When a storm rolls in, the air pressure drops,

and that less dense air makes flight mighty difficult.

And since birds have an ear for air pressure in a way that people don't,

they'll often take shelter before we notice the coming storm.

So you see my bird buddies, they're hunkering down right now.

Indeed they are, Billy.

But when these storms finally let up the streets will be

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