Day 9: Wild Life

It’s one of the best things ever when my trusty iPhone buzzes and I look down to see “Jay Coles” on the incoming call screen. He’s my dear friend, yes. But in addition to that, he’s Executive Director of Carolina Wildlife Center, an...

Day 3: Eight Minutes

A triple dose of joy hit me early yesterday morning. JOY ONE: My sweet husband insisted I sit down right then to open the day’s remarkable Wordless News, adding you’re gonna need eight minutes and it’s so worth it. (I love it when he brings his...

Heartbreak. And a little joy.

How will you ever write about this Eliza said in a quiet way that made it much more of a statement than a question. We were standing together looking down at the overturned birdhouse, and I could feel her heart breaking right alongside mine. Just a few days earlier...

Day 17: Purple Martins at Bomb Island

In the three hours we cruised Lake Murray, we saw four—five maybe?—other boats. So it should not have struck me as particularly noteworthy that our approach to Bomb Island was a solitary one. Yet noteworthy it was, both in the fact that Purple Martins were coming, and...

Day 6: a pod of opossums

I made a pitstop to see my friend Jay Coles, who recently landed the perfect job at Carolina Wildlife Care. You can’t believe the web of people in that small space tending to sick, injured, and orphaned wildlife—did you know they treat more than 3,000 animals a...

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