It’s
not that we were close. We were friendly acquaintances. But she was
always there. She was a solid birding resource, working all over the
valley protecting birds and habitat. Visible. Available. I
could call her, and she would help me through difficult I.D.s, and with
recording unusual sightings. We would run into each other out watching
birds from time to time.
Then
I heard she died. I didn’t even know about her health issues until after
the fact.
This
spring, I ran across this memorial at the National Butterfly Center. I
wasn’t expecting it. I was just out for a walk to the river. It
struck me out of the blue. It brought her right back to my
thoughts. I’m glad it’s there.
I
love the quote about why she spent the last ten years helping out the Butterfly
Center as a volunteer:
“Because
butterflies are good bird food.”
Her
sense of humor.
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