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Every morning and every night, precisely five minutes before the sun goes up and five minutes after the sun goes down, a hundred birds gather in the tree directly in back of my house for a noisy convocation.
They don’t gather anywhere else in the neighborhood.
The tree is completely unremarkable, doesn’t have leaves, fruit, pollen, anything, so far as I can see, that would attract the birds.
They cheep loudly for five minutes.
And then they leave.
They’ve been doing this every spring, summer and fall since I’ve lived here.
It’s the weirdest thing.
