I get asked whether the common birds excite me anymore. The assumption is that only the rare is valued and thrilling and I am jaded to the ordinary. My answer is hell yes, I get as excited by the common and known birds as much as I did the day I first saw them. Rare birds are exotic, fun, and pulse-quickening. But I look at all birds as mini-miracle bundles of wonder, there to be focused on and cherished.
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