“And I’ve got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico…”
It’s fall migration time. Songbirds are pouring out of Canada on the way to their tropical wintering grounds. They fly through field, forest and treacherous city alike, headed south.
I’m just about as out of place in the city as a warbler. I’ve grown used to the music of crickets, the slow track of clouds across the Appalachian sky. But from time to time, just like a migrating bird, I find myself in a foreign wilderness of metal, concrete and glass. …
The Magic Hedge: Haven For A Lost Bird In Chicago : NPR
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