It was passed from one bird to another, the whole gift of the day. The day went from flute to flute, went dressed in vegetation, in flights which opened a tunnel through the wind would pass to where birds were breaking open the dense blue air - and there, night came in.
When I returned from so many journeys, I stayed suspended and green between sun and geography - I saw how wings worked, how perfumes are transmitted by feathery telegraph, and from above I saw the path, the springs and the roof tiles, the fishermen at their trades, the trousers of the foam; I saw it all from my green sky. I had no more alphabet than the swallows in their courses, the tiny, shining water of the small bird on fire which dances out of the pollen.
...is an award-winning conservationist who has worked three seasons in endangered red cockaded woodpecker recovery at Palmetto-Peartree Preserve. She has served on numerous other conservation programs including bird-of-prey rehabilitation, purple martin protection and puerto rican parrot and red wolf restoration efforts. A gifted wildlife educator, she enjoys sharing her passion for preserving and observing animals in their native habitat.
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