Punxsutawney Phil's 132nd prognostication for winter!
A rodent's forecast
Apparently, rodent "Phil" only gets it right 30% of the time. How does he predict Spring will come soon? If he does not see his shadow; but there is a more logical explanation for this. In February, groundhogs poke their heads out of hibernation, in a sort of casting call in advance of mating season, held in March. The tradition of the groundhog's prediction started in Germany, as a way to predict an early Spring or not. However, once he leaves his hibernation burrow to look around, he generally returns to hibernate till March...
The legend tells us, after Phil emerges from his burrow on February 2, he speaks to the Groundhog Club president in "Groundhogese"(a language only understood by the current president of the Inner Circle). His proclamation is then translated for the world.
The celebration of Groundhog Day began with Pennsylvania's earliest settlers, in Punxsutawney, PA, about 84 miles northeast of Pittsburgh. They brought with them the legend of Candlemas Day, which states, "For as the sun shines on Candlemas Day, so far will the snow swirl in May..."
Punxsutawney held its first Groundhog Day in the 1800s. The first official trek to Gobbler's Knob was made on February 2, 1887.
So the story goes, Punxsutawney Phil was named after King Phillip. Prior to being called Phil, he was called Br'er Groundhog.
Six More Weeks of Winter!
The Groundhog call
Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Hear Ye
Now, this Second Day of February, Two Thousand and Eighteen, the One Hundred and Third Second
Annual Trek of the Punxsutawney Groundhog Club….
Punxsutawney Phil, the Seer of Seers, Prognosticator of All Prognosticators, was awakened at sunrise from his borrow by the cheers of his thousands of faithful followers….
In Groundhogese, he directed the President and the Inner Circle to his Prognostication Scroll, which reads:
Up early this morning
Far from home
Are you searching for
the Phil-osopher's stone?
Well, even my best friends
They don’t know.
Is it an early spring
Or just more snow
My faithful followers,
your hands (and my paws) are getting cold
So here is my forecast
Not lead, but solid gold:
I see my royal Shadow!
Six more weeks of Winter to go!