The swallows that swarm to San Juan Capistrano are fabled, and that's not fair. What about another winged wonder of another charming place just about as rich in history and architecture and seasonal blessings. Honor is overdue to the birds that gather at the crossroads here as darkness closes, like sentinels of the night, so comforting to the people in their homes.
Yes, the buzzards of Chestertown. How come nobody celebrates them, I don't know.
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