When in Rome

Have you ever paid attention to the song of the birds as the world turns dark?

They gather at dusk. As the night draws in, faint hues of the setting sun fighting the incoming darkness, the birds converge. Same song, different tree, different location, every night.

Yet they know where to go.

There’s animated chirping, birds singing in unison, and then all is quiet. A cloud forms as thousands of wings flap farewell until tomorrow.

I’ve always wondered about the birds: How do they know where to gather?