Monday morning baby and I walked down to the river and came upon this juvenile green heron chilling by a little backwater where they used to dredge gravel. I think it was a green heron—juveniles are always challenging to identify. Unless, like the first spring male summer tanager I wrote about
Love this line, "It obliterates the boundary between the city and wild nature, and helps us imagine how the ravaged ecologies of our landscape can begin to heal themselves with a little inattention." Writing on point as always.
Love this line, "It obliterates the boundary between the city and wild nature, and helps us imagine how the ravaged ecologies of our landscape can begin to heal themselves with a little inattention." Writing on point as always.