I Wimp Out on the Camino Norte
<p>At one point I clearly heard, “Cuckoo! Cuckoo!” from the surrounding woods. I whipped out my phone and opened the<a href="https://merlin.allaboutbirds.org/?utm_source=adgrant&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=merlin&utm_content=merlinbirdguide&gclid=Cj0KCQjwpPKiBhDvARIsACn-gzDtFsvOeornfbTMFy1Q5DxTCl1REZCndTBxqU4eq-ib7LyINh5mcooaAub0EALw_wcB" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank"> Merlín a</a>pp to confirm it was, indeed a cuckoo.</p>
<p>“That’s got to be a cuckoo,” I said.</p>
<p>“How do you know?” he asked.</p>
<p>I held my tongue.</p>
<p>He has proclaimed himself the unofficial d.j. And I have readily requested:</p>
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