Diurnal Passageway

It is, if nothing else, completely and utterly predictable.

The sun rises each winter morning, and with it, the thousands upon thousands of birds at the Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge near Socorro, New Mexico. Slowly at first, then with a far more insistent rustling, followed at last by the cacophony of sounds as the birds stir, then wake, then take flight almost as one to greet the day. Thus begins their morning, each and every morning, completely and utterly predictably.

The sun begins to set each winter evening, and as that begins to happen, the thousands and thousands of birds who leave the refuge begin to fly back in for the evening. Unlike the morning, however, they come back, flight by flight, one by one, as they fly in from whichever field they chose for the day to their pond of their choice at night. As they begin to fly back in, they often will line up on the pond from quite way away, and glide gently in. Thus, the cycle and rhythm of the day is complete once again, utterly and predictably.

The passage of winter soon comes about, though, and the birds leave, only to return next year. Predictably.

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