Neither Flesh nor Fowl nor Good Red Herring!

Oi was about a roight tasty liddle snack wi' two o' moi best mates on Tuesday when we gets to talking about the weather... as country people do.
This November we as ad nary a flake o' snow to grace ourselves with nor as moi mate put it, neither flesh nor fowl nor good red 'erring! What that moight mean in regard to the weather oi do not roightly know but moi mate is a clever liddle tacker and oi believes 'er though oi don't know about red 'errings as they sound loike they foreign muck they dish up every now and then in the local. They 'ad mushrooms last week. Narsty things mushrooms. You never knows when a toadstool moight ave slipped in. Sorry we was on about November warn't we.
Moi old Dad used to blame they Atom Bombs when the weather went off but them things is a thing of the past and roightly so. Dad was never sure about 'is liddle maids when they bombs was banging about. The milk you know.The liddle dears can't let down when they 'as nerves, an oi don't blame em one bit!
The weather now. Oi says to Mother "Mrs. Giles. Oi fear we are in the midst of Change."
"Oh aye" says Mother."Oi'm done with the Change oi am. Narsty it were. Them noight sweats were a bugger."
"Nay Mother,"oi says" not that Change, oi means climate change!"
"Aahh" ... says Mother. She is a gal of few words. Oi'm sure we is all suffering because of it. Tain't natural no snow in November, taint roight.
Well oi asn't finished with this yet.Oi will get to the bottom of it or moi name is not Giles. Oi'll be back!!