24 November 07
Release
I opened the blue box on the beach.
Just like that.
The female scoter panicked, turned back, turned forward, then bolted out toward the open water. There were already at least ten of her kind out there, in the middle of Tomales Bay.
It’s hard to think how much care, energy, time, and, yes, money has been spent on this one bird, getting it to fly and sit on the water again after the horrors of the past two-and-a-half-weeks. It defies thought. But I can tell you, from here, today, it was worth it. All of it.
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Who says humans aren’t altruistic? It’s hard to describe that tiny ball of feeling, that is lodged in your chest, that feels just like the wild flapping wings of a bird desiring to escape, that is mixed with joy and sorrow at having to let go…but to hold the creature one moment longer would betray everything that your see in its bright eye…