Rave on

February can sap the will to live blip when one  chilly wet day succeeds another and the ground turns to glue. Soggy sheep stagger through boggy fields, their disconsolate lambs lurching after them. You can't gambol in mud.

A big black bird in the little black month (mis bach du) means one thing: the undertaker is busy. Ravens breed early to take advantage of  winter casualties. That secateur beak can tear through small corpses once quadruped carnivores have opened them up, and if there's more than they can manage at one sitting they will cache portions for later. 
Sky burial is not confined to the Himalayas.