(Note to parents: While we’ll do our best to make this as G rated as possible, the following post might be closer to PG-13.)
Scott had trouble sleeping the night before the flight and was awake earlier then the 4:50 a.m. alarm. He found himself listening to the soon-to-be familiar sounds of pre-dawn bird calls. His mind drifted back to a “Mr. Know-it-All” column in The Hartford Courant from a few weeks earlier. Apparently, birds are not necessarily loyal partners. They use the pre-dawn hours to, uh, sow their seeds and loudly advertise their availability for an a.m. quickie (literally . . . these hookups can take less than two minutes). Once it gets light enough to see, they begin the work of focusing on breakfast and the noise subsides. History shows us we’ll have trouble sleeping through the avian adventures in the campgrounds out West. Who knew?
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