Bird migration is rather mysterious. The hows and whys are still imperfectly known, the whens are variable, and the wheres have attracted speculation ranging from “under the earth” to “up to the moon” – with the most recent discovery of a North American species’ wintering grounds happening just this year.
On a related note, a few of you — like my mom — may have noticed that I missed a couple of posts back there. In an attempt to be more like birds, I’m not going to just straight-up tell you where I was, oh no. On the other hand, you don’t need to band me. Let’s not be silly. Instead, here are a series of my sad, abominable photos to help you figure it out before I lay a series of posts extolling how wonderful it was on you.(By the way, my mom already knows where I was so it’s cheating for her to guess.)