“DECIDE, v.i. To succumb to the preponderance of one set of influences over another set.
A leaf was riven from a tree,
"I mean to fall to earth," said he.
The west wind, rising, made him veer.
"Eastward," said he, "I now shall steer."
The east wind rose with greater force. Said he: "'Twere wise to change my course."
With equal power they contend. He said: "My judgment I suspend."
Down died the winds; the leaf, elate, Cried: "I've decided to fall straight."
"First thoughts are best?" That's not the moral; Just choose your own and we'll not quarrel.
Howe'er your choice may chance to fall, You'll have no hand in it at all. --G.J.”
“Migratory waterfowl certainly do mix on the nesting grounds in the Arctic. The preponderate movement of this virus (from Asia to Europe) appears to be going the wrong direction to come to us — although it's not impossible. But for this season, I would suggest we are without risk at this time.”