Recently, and for nearly a month and nearly every day, I had the great blessing to be able to convince a wild pigeon couple to eat directly from my hands in my backyard. Soon, a small dove and another pigeon, observing this, came closer each day, as well.
One day, the only monsoon storm of the season raged here, and since
then, I have not seen a single feather of any of these birds. I have
been grieving the loss of my new friends, as well as of the monsoon that
never really happened.
Today, I found this. Maybe it's where my birds went.
Mass deaths of migratory birds reported in New Mexico:
https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-54183430
How can we not grieve now? To not grieve would be to remain asleep in dreaming of some impossible past.
May all beings be well and happy.
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Thank you for caring for animals!