Birdwatchers
They know something about us.
Day by day, note by note, Spring is returning to the voices of birds. Every Spring I say to myself This year I will find a robin’s egg, but in truth I haven’t found one in 25 years. I remember it well, the miraculous shock of blue unlike any other blue, lying at the base of my favorite tree. The shell was speckled with gold and cracked with evidence of …
