“So, there I was, sitting there, watching a cruise ship about three miles off-shore, bobbing up and down like the proverbial cork, in heavy seas, and seeing my cypress…cypresses, cypresses…es…whatever you call cypress plural, getting bent in half by the wind, and all of a sudden I see this bird heading straight for my front window.” Burleigh Grimes, telling me about yesterday, today, in his front room.