HAVE you noticed? All that melodious bird song is beginning to wane. Cheerful bird chirping can still be heard, but it is getting less and less. All those birds quickly dipping their little pointy beaks in and out of the shallow birdbath water, encompassing the rim of the bowl — they are diminishing, aren’t they.
I am preparing myself to be caught while driving in one of those huge bird migrations, in which, even though it is irrational, you see the sky darkening with the multitude of birds flying en masse — their wings flapping in unison almost like one synchronized movement — and you duck inside your car. You pull over to the side of the road because it feels like they will crash into your vehicle.