the woman and the wood storks

a modern mystery.

In this, my fourth decade of being alive, I suddenly and decidedly find myself to be a birder. I’ve gone from indifferent, at best, about most birds other than the jewel-toned American songbirds that most people find somewhat entrancing to being able to recognize and name most of my local avifauna. I spend at least a morning each week at the local birdw…