Those little birds must fly alone at night.
Walking out to the end of the dock in the pitch black...I shone a light and there was a little piper all alone amongst the bird droppings.
I thought to myself 'why he must fly alone at night'
I shone my light where he had been and he was gone.
Why I guess so I said.
They must.
I walked back up towards the house and low and behold there was the cat shitting in the sand a giant litter box as it were.