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a poem by Wendell Berry:
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
or grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Here are a few links to birding and environmental organizations
- American Birding Association
- National Audubon Society
- Nature Conservancy
- Cornell Laboratory of Ornithology
- National Park Service
- National Wildlife Refuges
- Cuyahoga Valley National Park - the newest park - in our backyard
- Birding on the Web
- Bird Watcher's Digest
- Peterson on line
- Black Swamp Bird Observatory
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