On Maybank Highway, close to Wild Olive, sits a road called Bluebird. Although “road” may not be the appropriate word. It’s more of a gravel-covered break in the trees. It’s the kind of street where, when you turn down it, you hear roosters crowing in the not-too-terribly-far distance. It’s the kind of street where you wonder if your GPS isn’t, perhaps, leading you somewhere to kill you.