Photo Joe Ferrer
The day is bright.
People, birders, people who came with birders, people who would be birders, photographers, on lookers…
They all congregate where a hawk owl has found its niche away from home.
That is what typically happens when someone posts the whereabouts of a rare bird on the internet.
The gathering of individuals from different political and philosophical walks have come together here
and, for a while, any of the differences between them melt into a tolerant atmosphere
The disputes of bird banding, the struggle for preserving habitat, the environmental battles and wars,
all traded now for a glimpse of the tiny traveler …settled here because the pickings are very slim in its homeland so many miles to the north.
Reverence for one individual has created a fuss
A few cars drive by slow with the look of bewilderment upon their faces.
But the bird goes about its business
flying back and forth across the road in front of me as I sit in the car sketching.
The wetland, surrounded by tamarack and high enough to support a few dead birch snags, is home to a population of furry rodents
The hawk owl has discovered this and is in for the long run, until the feast is over.
We meet some very delightful people there,who had come a long way to see the bird. A science teacher and his wife…and students with great enthusiasm for seeing a hawk owl.
I thought…the love of nature is a very good reason for people to come together.