Soon after my encounter with the camel, dawn began to break. She had gone to bed but I never found sleep, so I was zoned out by a small fire listening to Pink Floyd and thinking about morality. I was shaken from my stupor by the arrival of this bird. It came out of nowhere and perched on this post with such natural confidence that it felt as though G-d himself had designed each for the other. I started to question where it had come from before it hit me that only one of us belonged where we were. This bird lived in this desert. It hunted and found water and made shelter in this environment just as generations of its predecessors had. Who was I to question anything about this bird when I had not answered those same questions about myself. In the light of a sun still being born and under the watchful eye of this avian local, I found my answer to the questions that had kept me up that night, although I still never got to sleep.