When I Look at a Bird

The time that immediately followed the death of my daughter is almost a complete blur.  I remember very small glimpses of things I can recognize, faces I can make out, shapes I can distinguish.  However, for the most part, it all runs together into a sea of pain, disbelief, sorrow, and terror.  My daughter died…

Don’t Ask Me Why

I’m a birder.  A complete novice amateur, but I am birding, so therefore I am a birder.  Apparently it is not called bird watching.  It is called birding, like fishing or hunting, but nicer.  To be a birder, you basically need just a few things: functioning eyeballs, binoculars, a book or other resource to aid…