By Terrye Godown
Irmo, SC
It was our last day in the rented beach casa. My husband Bud and I were heading home to the States after a month's odyssey in the Yucatán, Mexico. I awoke between 6 and 7 a.m. as usual to the sound of the waves and the twirping of the mystery bird perched on the Seagrape tree outside. I fondly called it the "cell phone" bird, because it sounded like a popular mobile ring option.
