Around Randolph: For the birds

“What kind of intelligence allows a bird to anticipate the arrival of a distant storm? Or find its way to a place it has never been before? Or precisely imitate the complex songs of hundreds of other species? Or hide tens of thousands of seeds over hundreds of square miles and remember where it put them six months later?” –...

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My best bird story is when Big Boy, a pigeon visited our home for a while in the winter when I was 8. I remember he would stand on a huge snow pile by our sidewalk. He followed me to school one day which wasn’t against Mrs. Vogel’s (my 3rd grade teacher) rules. He sat outside the 3rd floor window of Palmyra Elementary until Mrs.Vogel let him in. He circled around the room until he landed on my head. Mrs. Vogel was an amazing teacher I will never forget. She witnessed the UFO, flying saucer outside her bathroom window back in the day, which she recounted to her students.