
I passed by a fellow rider, an older gentleman, on my bike commute home. He cheerfully asked me if I could hear all the different birds singing as I rode by. Sheepishly, I slowed down and listened.

For the 4th of July week, I went home to NJ to visit my family. My youngest sister, a wildlife conservation major, took me to Sedge Island, her workplace. (She kayaks to the island as part of her “commute”. How cool is that?!)
She was checking her trackers and annotating each time a bird would fly by her cameras. One tracker listed 600 times! Needless to say, I got a lot of sketches of her.