“Take a look.” Declan pointed upward. Only then did she see what was snagged on one of the branches: a pair of swim goggles. “How the hell did you spot that?” “I thought I heard an eastern towhee singing up there. I looked up, and instead of a bird, I saw that dangling on the branch.” He handed Maggie his binoculars. “Well spotted, indeed,” said Ben, impressed. “You see? Bird-watching isn’t an entirely useless hobby.”
