It has come to my attention I love looking at birds, so now it's everyone's problem. Also a poem that sees something in everything, from the last winter I lived in Chicago.
Yes, I too have started to be birding! When we moved here we stopped the rampant poisoning the suburban ground we live on and so many delightful things happen when you do that!!
in the thick of covid I lived in a basement apartment with no meaningful windows. I had just learned of the game Wingspan and there's a computerized version which sings you the songs of the birds you pick, and gives you fun bird facts. it was a saving grace for me in that cave-covid-era. after reading your piece I want to go play it again !!!!! though I get to watch real birds now which is a treat...
My eyes have never been more open since we moved here almost a year ago. I guess that's because there are so many new things to see, like birds and mountains and funny-shaped houses. I've been particularly in love with the hummingbird community around our feeder and the "it's MINE" orange Rufous (Rufi?) who dive-bomb the littler ones when they try to take a sip. Also, I love your poem.
Yes, I too have started to be birding! When we moved here we stopped the rampant poisoning the suburban ground we live on and so many delightful things happen when you do that!!
in the thick of covid I lived in a basement apartment with no meaningful windows. I had just learned of the game Wingspan and there's a computerized version which sings you the songs of the birds you pick, and gives you fun bird facts. it was a saving grace for me in that cave-covid-era. after reading your piece I want to go play it again !!!!! though I get to watch real birds now which is a treat...
My eyes have never been more open since we moved here almost a year ago. I guess that's because there are so many new things to see, like birds and mountains and funny-shaped houses. I've been particularly in love with the hummingbird community around our feeder and the "it's MINE" orange Rufous (Rufi?) who dive-bomb the littler ones when they try to take a sip. Also, I love your poem.