Recovering Invisible Birds

Schwump, schwump, schwump my truck's wipers bark in a failed attempt to keep the windshield clear. The mid-October rain is heavy and cold. I am watching a lecture for my graduate program while Rachelle is driving us towards a piece of public land we've nicknamed 'The Woodcock Spot'. With us are three dogs, including a young Spinone, Fiona, who is with us for a month or so for her first try at wild bird hunting... 

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