Medicine is for the birds, or it should be. Hear me out. A day before I wrote this, I was on the trail in northwest Ohio, binoculars in hand, trying to tell one warbler from another. This was the final weekend of The Biggest Week of birding in Magee Marsh on the shore of Lake Erie. Birders converged here from neighboring states and even from foreign countries to participate in this ornithological adventure. My companion and I were new to the game. Indeed, my birdwatching prowess had consisted of being able to successfully identify a blue jay at the feeder on our deck. I had now entered a different universe. There were serious birders afoot equipped with photographic and telegraphic equipment that looked like stuff that James Bond might have used. Birds flitted about that heretofore would have generated no interest on my part. When a rare warbler was spotted, the excitement raced through the birders like a brushfire, causing a crowd to gather to view the feathered pheno
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