A fundamental ritual
As you may know, my 32-year tenure with New Jersey Audubon has run its course. Saying goodbye to the programs and events that used to command my life wasn’t easy, but in the end, relinquish them I did — except for one cherished tradition. I elected to continue leading my Monday-morning bird walks in the South Cape May Meadows Preserve (as a volunteer rather than a paid staff person).
From March through November, two hours and one and a half miles around. Every trip is different because you never know what kind of hand Ma Nature is going to deal, and, of course, every Monday
