Herald of Spring

Spring is coming to Southern California. I can tell because Herald, the mockingbird who owns our hill, spends mornings perched in his newly-leaved ficus, singing his heart out and turning cartwheels. Mockingbirds' tasks seem divided in a sexist way. The new…

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Two Realms

Two Realms

Early morning sun on the San Joaquin Marsh Hummingbird flashes like a penny A rabbit’s ears on fire as he hops beneath sweet sagebrush Step inside the labyrinth of the great blue heron He stares you away with that piercing eye…

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Calm Down

Today is International Kindness Day and I woke up wishing my country wasn’t so divided, as I’ve been doing every day since I started accepting that it is. The only way to get there, I’m told, is dialogue with those…

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Global Effects

Global Effects

I’m not politely calling it climate change anymore. Call it what it is: global warming. What was the point of the rebranding? Did we think that making the imminent destruction of the planet more palatable would stop corporations from polluting?…

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The Herald of Hillandale

These days watching wildlife is my means of distraction from the craziness of human life. Recording bird behavior was my first in a long string of non-lucrative careers. Back in the late ‘80s, I observed condors for the LA Zoo.…

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