IS THAT BIRD ON YOUR HEAD?
Remarkably sensitive post about birds, fashion and feathers by Words We women write.
The feet of the heron,
under those bamboo stems,
hold the blue body,
the great beak
above the shallows
of the pond.
Who could guess
–from Many Miles by Mary Oliver
Little blue herons are tear-one’s-heart-out gorgeous. These two are getting to know each other, hanging out at my pond.
Every day I scan the trees, shrubs, and thickets looking for their nest of sticks.
The little blue heron is protected by the U.S. Migratory Bird Treaty Act and as a state species of special concern by Florida’s Endangered and Threatened Species Rule. But it wasn’t always this way.
Walking the streets of Manhattan in 1886, ornithologist Frank Chapman spotted 40 native species of birds. But the birds weren’t flitting through trees or foraging in the leaf litter. They had been killed, plucked, disassembled, stuffed, and attached to women’s hats.
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