All over town we have given the birds a place to spend the night. What did they do before? Trees were sparse. Did they nestle in bushes? Certainly not in palm trees, which came later. Or did they have nervous times in rolling fields that were open to all. I suppose it’s possible they weren’t actually here, but I doubt that. Birds are everywhere. They flit about though we don't really know what they do all day, until we see them gathered on a wire, content and ready for the night. Sleep we understand. There is so much that goes on without our realizing it. In fact, what do we do all day? And wouldn’t we be better off gathering up for the night to be warm and cozy with our brothers and our sisters and our friends, maybe not on a wire, but wouldn’t we?