Ode to the Hudsonian Godwit

Through blue-black night, and wind and sullen storms— a boreal bird on cold Atlantic air— you fly non-stop 7,000 miles to where the southern wetlands welcome you back home. A tracker marks your epic nine-day flight from Canada to Argentina shore. You double weight beforehand for the chore, and steer by memory and by starry… Continue reading Ode to the Hudsonian Godwit