Loved this post, Thomas. It is a great reminder of the birds that share our spaces, and how rich that "bird land" is. They are fascinating creatures. Some even recognise individual human faces, even years after seeing them. They're quite intelligent too. Thanks for the information about apps too.
There are gulls in Wyoming thanks to where the rivers bunch up at reservoirs and dams. Even saw a bald eagle nest atop a utility pole there. And that says nothing of the museums, with material from the many times the state was fully underwater. Many marine fossils related to what's there you'll also find on the coast at Dorset if you take a stroll.
I remember reading Ada; or, Ardor by Nabokov and he had a description, I've forgotten its exact context, of the protagonist reading books on horticulture and ornithology. That scene had happened just shortly after I noticed that Nabokov used very precise descriptions of the flora and fauna in the environment around the story and I grokked that one of the interesting boundary lines between what we often call "pre-" and "post-War" (War = WWII) literature is the switching of a common language and understanding of things like types of plants, bugs, critters with the common language and understanding of parts of machines, office accoutrements, computers.
Loved this post, Thomas. It is a great reminder of the birds that share our spaces, and how rich that "bird land" is. They are fascinating creatures. Some even recognise individual human faces, even years after seeing them. They're quite intelligent too. Thanks for the information about apps too.
Simply noticing is the beginning of art, and, possibly, enlightenment
There are gulls in Wyoming thanks to where the rivers bunch up at reservoirs and dams. Even saw a bald eagle nest atop a utility pole there. And that says nothing of the museums, with material from the many times the state was fully underwater. Many marine fossils related to what's there you'll also find on the coast at Dorset if you take a stroll.
I remember reading Ada; or, Ardor by Nabokov and he had a description, I've forgotten its exact context, of the protagonist reading books on horticulture and ornithology. That scene had happened just shortly after I noticed that Nabokov used very precise descriptions of the flora and fauna in the environment around the story and I grokked that one of the interesting boundary lines between what we often call "pre-" and "post-War" (War = WWII) literature is the switching of a common language and understanding of things like types of plants, bugs, critters with the common language and understanding of parts of machines, office accoutrements, computers.