Birding as Labyrinth

The trees shimmer in an early evening wind that makes it difficult to see the small bird flitting to and fro, branch to branch.  “There!  That open twig,” I say. “I see it!” Emily exclaims, quickly taking the binoculars from me and adding blue-gray gnatcatcher to her beginners life list.  This walk is a meditation. Emily and I have taken up birding, me again after a long break from the hobby that dominated my teens, her fresh--a blank life list that can be filled in even after a casual walk in t … [Read more...]


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