A little anthropomorphism from Garret — or is he right?
I’ll go out to water between 7 and 8 o’clock, and all the trees are populated with birds. Not flitting about, as you might imagine, calling to each other and busily making baby birds. No, they’re sitting perched on the tops of the highest trees. Sitting still. Every one of them facing west, watching the sunset. I only see them doing this on days when there’s a middling to spectacular sunset. They never sit there for the cloudy, dull ones. Nor the completely clear ones.
Every so often, they’re accompanied by a rabbit or three. Facing the same direction. Never chewing grass or leaves. Just sitting, watching.