After a few very hot days of being cooped up indoors while recovering from surgery, my brain had officially started acting like an over-caffeinated squirrel trapped in a shoebox. Too much time inside. Too much time thinking. Too much news. Too much world. Too much “what am I supposed to do about all of this?” rattling around in my head. So I decided I needed to get out. Not a big adventure. Not a hike. Not a “pack snacks, water, bear spray, emotional support sandwich, and hop

Northern Flicker Today’s photography adventure had one goal: baby mergansers. That was the mission. The dream. The bucket-list bird moment I have been waiting for. So naturally, I packed up Finn, my camera, and my Aunt, and we headed off to the sanctuary like a very determined but slightly slow-moving wildlife expedition team. I am still recovering from surgery, Finn had his own pace, and honestly, my Aunt deserves some kind of field assistant medal because she took care of F

After being cooped up for almost two weeks recovering from surgery, my brain had officially started doing that thing where it rearranges all your thoughts, overthinks every life choice, and then files them under “Absolutely Not Helpful.” So today, I decided I needed out. Not a huge adventure. Not some grand expedition. Just a gentle walk. A “please let me remember I am a human being who exists outside of four walls” kind of walk. I headed to a local sanctuary with one very sp