Five years ago I remember that the US grounded all the planes for three days. The skies seemed to have fewer clouds after the first day.
It’s a good thing that they started flying again, because the birds seemed to be getting cocky, almost jubilant. Maybe they think, at some level, that jets with contrails are some kind of strange predator bird. Sixty million years of evolution haven’t prepared them for primates mucking around at 35,000 feet. Can you imagine the relief the birds felt?
[Trying not to think about all the political grandstanding that’s happening today. Lots of primaries tomorrow.]