I was out walking around a local park yesterday when I noticed a pickup in avian activity right as the sun started setting. The birds, most of whom had been out of sight just moments before, started flitting to and fro as if they were on a deadline to find a suitable branch on which to perch. It was as if they were playing "musical branches" and the music was about to stop. Several minutes before the sun was fully on the horizon, their frenzied activity stopped and all the birds were perched and facing west as if to salute the departing sun. I have to admit, the light was golden enough that, had it not been unusually warm in the first place, it would have still "looked" warm.

They stayed very still, with only a slight breeze rustling their feathers, and seemed to relish the sunset. And why not? I certainly did...