The birds, the weather stations, and me: A cautionary tale

 It began with two birds. Starting in April a small family of sparrows took up residence in the rain gutter outside of my bedroom window. The birds, at first, were a happy pair but over the weeks they began an insipid sort of cheeping associated with broken toys and bored children. I would wake in a daze, dream smoke clearing in my head, as they peeped on and on. They birds were in the drain.… Read More