After living in the forest now for more than twenty years in the same simple cabin in Canada that someone named The Shack, I've been the lucky guy who could live amongst the birds and animals. Today, at this moment on a rainy August day there is not a peep from any bird or animal. The mystery for me is, where are they right at this moment on a bad weather day? On a good weather day they are all so very vocal. The private lives of birds and animals are mostly not known. They are a lot like us though, except not so well known and more mysterious. Their secrets are deeper and wilder and more complex. They have seen more. Lucky guy. Bob