Last February 1st, 2016 was our second year in Kennett Square. Every summer evening, I would see a bird flying around and around above Crossing Court. I thought it was a confused bird, had insomnia, or could not find a safe place to roost for the night. Although the latter seemed impossible, because there were thousands of trees in the area in which it could safely roost. I did not ponder much about this the first time.