Perhaps they mistook the darkness of this chilly, lowering sky for the onset of night, or perhaps they sensed the arrival of a storm, and so returned early to the warmth of their wooden pigeonry.
Now, I knew instinctively this is true because I've seen how productive friction can really get us places, how mistakes and debate actually brings people into the conversation.
If day one of setting up my journal is any indication of how things might go, I'm a little bit worried this practice might be a complete waste of time.