“March is the waiting time,” begins David Gessner’s Return of the Osprey—and indeed I am waiting.
I have spent the winter looking for all manner of birds: obsessing over harriers, pondering eagles, scanning farmland for kestrels—smiling at goldeneyes, appreciating mockingbirds, and greeting the birds at my feeder each morning. But I am …
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