Back into the flying pan

It's a bird...oh fuck it's a missile!  No wait, it's a bird.

In 12 days I will be on Gageo-do, a small island in the Yellow Sea.  I will be there for perhaps a month, staring at sexy migrating birds from before dawn to post-sundown every day, before heading to another island.  I can't wait!  Birds!  Cuz I like them.
  Ratcheting up of tensions!  Bellicose rhetoric!  Yeah yeah.  Some shit'll go down, but is it wrong of me to limit my concern to the possibility of not being able to head north to Socheong in mid-May to follow the migrants?  Whatevs.