and, why not, I also purchased The Thing with Feathers, Riverhead Books, 2014.An entertaining and profound look at the lives of birds, illuminating their surprising world - and deep connection with humanity.īirds are highly intelligent animals, yet their intelligence is dramatically different from our own and has been little understood. But, when Amazon sent me a notification that Noah's book, Birding Without Borders, was forthcoming, I pre-purchased it. Unfortunately, I am a skeptic about "bird books" and have often not been able to get through some of those written by even very famous authors. I hadn't known much about Noah Strycker except that he was associated with the American Birding Association and that he had written a book or two. As the year went on, I knew there was a book in there somewhere. Each night before going to sleep, I closed out the day with Noah's blog. Where Dorian had left off, Noah picked up.
When Noah's trip was announced, with some fanfare, by the National Audubon Society who would be publishing Noah's daily blog Birding Without Borders entries, I was immediately on board. I remember thinking, affected by Dorian's dramatic and brave bicycle trip of over 17,000 miles (the number of miles may not be exactly correct), how different Noah's world-wide and essentially completely fossil-fueled trip might be. (I later met Dorian in person and realized that I hadn't come to know him at all). I actually felt like I had come to know the guy. I followed Dorian's blog closely, catching up with each post just before going to bed at night. Noah's trip was on the heels of Dorian Anderson's 2014 Green Big Year around the United States on his bicycle. Many will recall Noah Strycker's trip around the world in 2015 to see as many birds as possible. For a number of reasons, I think it's worth writing about. However, last night I finished a very good book. Secondary to the time of day, there was no way the situation could be rescued.
I left my hotel room in such a rush and with my camera battery still in my suitcase.
Upon arriving in Lincoln Park, I realized I had forgotten my camera battery. In the absence of any new blog material, and not for lack of trying - this past weekend I was in Chicago and made my way, via the Red Line, to the Montrose Bird Sanctuary (a.k.a.
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