That's what serge calls it anyway. It's my bird day. Actually most of the native French speakers don't say that word quite right. They'll substitute "d" or "t" or "s" in place of that unvoiced "th" in the word "birthday". The Quebecers tend to substitute with "d", hence bird day. Today is my bird day and I've got to work as it turns out. No matter, 43 is really no big cause for celebration. I think I'll insist on going out for dinner, however. We'll see. In the meantime, here look out our happy hour cloudburst we had yesterday.