apparently everything returns if you follow. everything that rises  converges like birds. i'm reading an essay by a fellow whose uncle was at bettleheim's school. he followed the uncle's story back after he died. so we give attention to our ghosts who follow the trails of other ghosts, to tell their stories by way of telling ourselves. the kestrels came back this morning. they go somewhere but i believe this is home, where they'll raise their kids to fly away and return someday.