(illustration by Paris) by Bev Letard There are so many friends who are asking how I became interested in birds and where my passion first began. Let me start right at the beginning of a story that totally changed my life forever. My mother passed away 14 years ago. She and I were very close […]

Gigie, am I a fool without a mind, or have I merely been too blind to realize? Oh Gigie, why you have been growing up before my very eyes. Gigie, you  are not at all The funny awkward little girl I knew Oh no, overnight there has been A BREATHLESS CHANGE IN YOU !!!! Lyrics

Jonah Pidge was brought to my husband and I late on a Saturday night severely emaciated, crusted with grit and other such city dirt, and so weak that he was laying on his side and couldn’t hold his head up on his own. He had extensive cuts and scrapes along both legs and his underside,

Ms Pidge was a feral or wild pigeon who lives in Chicago. This poor baby was hit by a subway train and lost her wing and part of her beak. Fortunately, a kind record shop owner (Pinwheel Records, Chicago, Illinois) right next to the subway, saw what happened and also saw the smart little pidge