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Tired songbirds drop from the skies at dawn. Falcons give chase and take life. Gulls feast on table scraps. And migration mingles with the human condition. Welcome to Monhegan Island. Ten miles off Maine’s midcoast, Monhegan is a rocky outpost for artists, retirees, laborers, actors, innkeepers, misfits, merchants, tourists, the clueless, lobstermen, vegetable farmers, and various other weathered individuals. Birders invade in spring and fall. So here are irregular reports on what’s flying and what’s irregular on Monhegan. I’ll also Tweet notable discoveries with the hashtag #monheganbirds.

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