By Pamela H. Sinclair It's May 23rd and not cold, but the wind blowing across this wide-open landscape is relentless. A small bird is buffetted across the ridgetop where we're hiking, and disappears over the leeward side. Was that a flash of white on its tail We scramble over some loose rocks, escaping the wind just below the ridgetop, relocate the bird, and YES! It seems miraculous that this ...