“’Hope’ is the thing with feathers,” so tells us Ms. Dickinson.
So, a bird feeder is a baiting station for hope. And why not invite wild, feathered dreams? Hope is also a classroom full of students eager to learn about feathers and other seemingly esoteric parts of the community of life.
The 2012 Ornithology class, giving me some scrutiny. We'd just installed the feeder behind.
The feeder sits below the “moon tree” – a tree whose seed went to the moon (oh, curious journey), and is now back on Earth.
I imagine that no other tree on the planet is more relieved to have its roots worming through the soil of home.