No matter where I look, anywhere near the ocean, the common theme seems to be birds. They are everywhere. All kinds. From the rock dwellers, to the bush dwellers, to the marching birds. Where do they all come from? There are so many of them. I have to wonder, do they all speak the same bird language?
So strange. Momma won't let me collect the loose feathers I find. So why do the birds leave them all over?