A group of 10 enthusiastic birders joined me on a recent trip to northern Minnesota to see and learn about migration. Our first stop was to a private hawk-banding station. We were fortunate because the skies were nearly clear and the winds were out of the west. Not ideal for raptor migration but it turned out to be an amazing day with all sorts of migrating hawks, falcons and eagles anyway.
My son Thomas was due one month before my 30th birthday. You’d think that I would have been better prepared, but I was clueless. My husband and I, fearing we were infertile, had spent too much time fretting over whether we could ever become parents. When we finally conceived, we acted like this was the difficult part of parenting. Objectively, this part wasn’t as easy for us as for many. But now that I’ve raised teenagers, even I recognize that conception is one of the sweeter parenting tasks.