I Wimp Out on the Camino Norte

At one point I clearly heard, “Cuckoo! Cuckoo!” from the surrounding woods. I whipped out my phone and opened the Merlín app to confirm it was, indeed a cuckoo.

“That’s got to be a cuckoo,” I said.

“How do you know?” he asked.

I held my tongue.

He has proclaimed himself the unofficial d.j. And I have readily requested:

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