Birds are for the Broken Hearted

I wanted to tell a story about many things, but birds are a big part of my story so I thought I would start there.

I have always felt connected to nature, even though I grew up in the inner city of Atlanta, but Atlanta is known, or was, as “the city of trees”. As one of the last of a feral generation, I grew up roaming Atlanta’s Morningside neighborhood, old 4th Ward, Ansley Park, and Piedmont Park walking and riding bikes everywhere or roller skating before I could drive, my friends and I would roam around anytime we weren’t at school because our Mom’s really didn’t want us in the house until dinner, and in the summer we generally stayed outside all day until dinner and then after dinner, in those lazy 1970’s summer nights, we were allowed to go back outside until dark most the time, even that year of the child murders when the three major tv channels would play those PSA commercials with a voiceover that asked, “

Do you know where your children are? My friends and I would play until it got dark, when the buzz of the o’clock news came on though my family didn’t watch tv much, my Mom followed the sunset and blew a whistle for myself and my two sisters to come home on those humid 70 summer days.

But what does this have to do with birds? Check out the full article on Medium.com https://medium.com/@mmchaney/birdwatching-is-for-the-broken-hearted-f27dc9f13f02

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