Cape Cod is a bird watcher’s paradise. Migratory flight patterns bring thousands of species to us regularly, offering even those of us who don’t consider ourselves “birders” opportunities to observe the unusual, the rare, and the beautiful.
I hesitate to note an occasional annoyance with the birds, however. In the spring and early summer they seem to awake at the first hint of light (which for them is between 4:30 and 4:40), fill the trees surrounding my bedroom and its open windows, and announce the arrival of the new day at the top of their voices! Oh, how I wish our schedules matched, for my alarm isn’t set to go off until 6:00; but, really, how can one complain when they are just doing their job, the one God gave them? By the time I got to church on Sunday, the flocks had dispersed and the morning symphony had ceased. There remained just one lone sparrow singing from the limestone facade of the Chapter House.