Each spring, when the weather has turned fully towards summer, The Haugh pops out of its winter den. A social and hilarious creature, The Haugh prefers the energy and clime of the warmer months, and so, once winter has finally ended, it bursts forth from the earth and crows “Hwhaaat!”
More reliable a barometer than the fickle ground hog, and far more fun at a party, it seems as though The Haugh’s emergence in May would be the more logical media event than February’s Groundhog Day. Let it be known that those men in the natty top hats and mourning jackets refuse to be upstaged on the local news. So, the docile and rather un-assuming ground hog was chosen, though his predictions are often vague and lukewarm.
He’s also easier to schedule. The Haugh takes to time tables like an owl takes to knitting needles.
So get outside. Look for The Haugh. Greet it merrily with your own “Hwhat”. I did. And I’ve had a spring in my step all day.