The birds are back. Migration is in full swing. Ducks, geese, gulls, blackbirds, a swan, and even a killdeere once again abound on the local swamp. I wonder how do they know it is time to go? How do they know they won't get caught in freak storm? I wonder did God give them the instincts to know when to leave and where to go? Did He deisign them to just know how to find their way?