There’s a kind of rightness and predictability in bird behavior that is almost comforting to me. Knowing to expect that every last hooded merganser will take flight to the farthest edges of the pond when I raise my lens confirms to me that I know one aspect of this species pretty well. Waiting for the … Continue reading Hope, in feathers
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