There I stood in the center of the hillside facing the lake. If I had been in a swiss outfit in the Alps, you would have asked, "Is this a re-make of The Sound of Music? " The birds of north Georgia were in full song. I closed my eyes and slowly turned about 45 degrees, then another 45, and another. I began to sense that one particular group of sounds was coming from the direction of the porch. So I moved closer, continuing the head swivel to test for the direction of the chatter.
My ears, both of them, led me to the stucco walls of the lodge to a beautiful pair of barn swallows. They were having a tittery animated conversation, probably about the crazy woman invading their privacy.
Then I heard it . . . a faint cheep, cheep, cheep. Ah, ha . . . look up in 
the corner of the eaves, Sheila, and feast your eyes on the source. I was interrupting feeding time. Serendipity!!
the corner of the eaves, Sheila, and feast your eyes on the source. I was interrupting feeding time. Serendipity!! Could it be that my brain is starting to localize sound? Maybe it was just the mountain air, but I couldn't have been happier!
