What unforeseen impacts will our actions have generations from now? Now returning after a writing hiatus that lasted a few months, I find myself asking this question. Rifling through the drawers of my mind, reminiscing about the days I spent waiting for SN10 to launch, I keep coming back to my day at the Laguna Atascosa National Wildlife Refuge. Having never been to this area of Texas, I assumed this area was much like the rest of the state. That means dry. I was surprised to find that this refuge was brimming with life.
The sound of constant chirping drew me down a path where I found a small bench in front of a small clearing. Two small baths were on the ground along with countless perches for birds to hang out on. Oranges had been scattered about to draw them in and I sat down to see a show break out in front of me.
Everywhere I looked there were birds. They would swoop in from above. Hop around on the ground. Tease each other, play with each other. There must have been at least 50 individuals from countless species buzzing about and I was taken aback by the amount of interaction they all shared.