February 27, 2015
Today I felt a bird fly. Sounds like some weird form of synesthesia, right? You would typically see a bird fly, not feel it. But I did, albeit for only a moment. I watched this magnificent Swainson’s Hawk spread his wings to greet the breeze and felt the weight of his body lift up from my hand, talons releasing one by one, until eight toes hovered above my glove. Through the leather jesses that connected us, I felt the upward pull of the wind supporting his wings and the way his body shifted in response to the blustery skies. It was a beautiful moment. An incomparable feeling, to be sure.
April 12, 2014
Every year, as the field season nears, my desire to write is slowly restored. One year ago, I bought this domain name with the intent to chronicle my first field season as an avian field biologist. And failed. Miserably. I wrote quite a bit while waiting out windstorms in the back of my truck and recorded some voice memos on my phone while walking to survey points, but could never quite get them to the website. Mostly I couldn’t settle on a cohesive design and, because I struggle with the intermediate steps of most projects where the end result is going to be awesome, I wanted to have a finished product before sharing it with the world. Clearly, I lost motivation on the design end of things and nothing ever made it to the web. Perfectionism is both a blessing and a curse. Though mostly a curse for those of us afflicted by it. (For those of you non-perfectionists: the grass is always greener, right?)