In the dense damp fog, onlythe rustling ofsmall birds in the bushes indicatesthat I am notalone as I walkalong the narrowtrail slicedintothe northwestside ofWolfRidgein mywaterproofcoat.
This idea from the author reminds me of my personal experiences from duck hunting. One sits in the marsh in the early morning while there is still fog. They can hear the ducks which reminds them that they are not alone.