
05/14/2025
As someone who’s navigated limitations and learned to find freedom within them, this Eastern Whip-Poor-Will reminded me that nature never rushes, and neither should I. Its cryptic camouflage, its dawn-and-dusk serenade that can be heard through a quarter mile of forest, spoke to the power of persistence, of showing up again and again even when the world feels messy and heavy. I felt seen in my own stillness, validated in my choice to slow down, to celebrate the tiny miracles of feather and song; birds.
Tonight, as I slice into a well-deserved “lifer pie,” I’ll hold that moment close: the hush of this beautiful little weirdo, the spangled chatter of birders talking/celebrating around me, and the gentle assurance that every new discovery, big or small, is a testament to the journey itself. Here’s to more celebrating the slow, more life birds, and the quiet alchemy that happens when we learn to listen.