We have just returned from a four night stay at the Malheur Wildlife Refuge in central Oregon and it is hard to know where to begin. In any ordinary year I would just post a bunch of amateur pictures of waterbirds with fabulous names: avocets and willets, ibises, bitterns, and stilts. Then cliff swallows. Yellow-headed blackbirds. Golden eagles. This year the group collectively saw 72 species of birds, which is quite a lot for 5 days of laid-back bird-watching.
But this is not any old year for the Malheur, and anything that I may say about what I saw is colored by what I felt.
|Photo by my husband, John.|
Say. Saw. Felt. Confusing. What is the difference.
How do you enjoy a place like this?
Well. It is helpful to accept small beauties in a great landscape.
Conversely, there are great beauties in very small landscapes.
It is possible to love them both, two opposing ideals, and hope for the best. May Malheur heal, and Burns, OR, become a viable community once again.