FOREWORD
The following story is not my own but someone else’s, one that was passed to me under unusual circumstances.
In March 2008, my wife and I drove to Jeykll Island, Georgia, to attend my niece’s wedding. One of the “Golden Isles” on the Atlantic Coast just north of the Florida state line, it’s also—among other things—a wildlife sanctuary. My niece is an avid birdwatcher, so she’d been there many times, and for that reason she’d decided to be married in this place. I was looking forward to a family reunion and also a break from the last days of a hard New England winter, but anticipated nothing else...