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A new start for some, death for others

My environment is a mixed bag today. After an anxious afternoon and morning of not seeing the parents make repeated flights to feed their babies, a peek into the nesting box a bit ago showed that the tiny blue birds

Our blue birds have flown the coop - much to our relief. It feels satisfying to help introduce more birds into the neighborhood.

Our blue birds have flown the coop - much to our relief. It feels satisfying to help introduce more birds into the neighborhood.

we have watched intently for a few weeks have fledged. We didn't get to see them leave, but we knew it was close. The incessant flapping of their young wings

was visible from our kitchen window. It’s a relief to us; last year the fledglings died in the nesting box.

On the other side was distressing news out of the Washington Post. Amphibians are dying off at an alarming rate the world over;

The stream behind my house was fouled earlier this year by white gunk. Is our abuse of water quality also behind the demise of amphibians?

The stream behind my house was fouled earlier this year by white gunk. Is our abuse of water quality also behind the demise of amphibians?

pesticides, disease and climate change were the cited reasons. Although it wasn’t mentioned, I wonder if water quality and other environmental factors came into play. That’s my hunch.

I’ll remember the toads and frogs when I head out about 5:30 for my excursion to pick up my path.There will be a little more zeal when it comes to any junk on storm drains, just waiting to be washed into the watershed.

About Dave Bradley (264 Articles)
I was a writer by trade so one would think letters would come easily for me. It is so now, but wasn't always that way. Indeed, the first letter was written the Monday after Ellen started her freshman year in college. For years I've wondered - with no good answers - why I swiveled my office chair toward my computer screen to fire up a word processing document for that first letter. I just don't know. I just did. Perhaps it was the angst of separation or wanting to say things that had gone unsaid at that moment when we parted ways in front of her college dormitory. What was a one-off became habitual. When her brother Reid enrolled in the same college, his name was added to the salutation line. They were kids then and are adults now. No matter. The letter writing habit remains so today. I live in Brevard, North Carolina. I'm well away from where they live and don't see them nearly as often as I'd like. That's why letters, at least to me, fill the void of distance. The pages give me something to say and the space to say it. There is no assurance they read the letters; indeed, I have never asked if they do so. With the pace of their busy lives who could blame them for letting a letter sit unopened? Over time, it has dawned on me that the letters are both communicative - and cathartic. By nature, letters are about the writer; the writer can only write about their situation. Perhaps that is as it should be. It's all about the here and now from one person's perspective.

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