I have to thank my new birder-friend, Bob, for his share of the story of Mrs. Shoveler on the Bird’s Calgary site, today.
I began writing on-line in 2005. In writing to an ‘imagined’ public, I discovered a public voice. I learned to write about events that took place in my rather simple life in a way that could be explored and shared with any reader. There was a line that I refused to cross, a line that delved into the realm of the very personal. I’ve enjoyed learning to narrate my life, while reigning in my voice to a degree. In my head, I always remarked, “Only write what you feel anyone could read.” I suppose the closest I ever came to crossing that line was at the loss of my mother.
I was in my father’s office, at the computer desk, the summer of her passing. It was so bloody humid. Dad tried to keep me from opening the windows because we had to have air conditioning or we were going to melt! Whenever I would sit to write at the computer, I would secretly slide the window open to the right of me…in the night time, there was such stillness…not a breeze. I remember writing this.
A lot of bloggers get weary of the process of writing after a while, but for some reason, I find the flow of evening-writing, a wonderfully relaxing practice. My initial story of Mrs. Shoveler and my effort to retrieve her from a small piece of open water achieved over 400 hits in an hour after publication. I know. I know. I don’t really have a swollen head over this. It’s not what the on-line crowd would call ‘going viral’, but, I was deeply touched that so many readers care about wildlife enough and in this case, a hen Northern Shoveler, that they would peruse the events that took place in the bitterly cold days of last December. The follow-up story, involving the re-appearance of this dear bird, sent the numbers soaring yet again.
Well, today, with gratitude to Birds Calgary, more readers have visited and I’ve really enjoyed comments and messages and reactions. So, readers, thank you for all of that.
This was my day…while Max and I played in snow and I met Abir again, after so long, and I made and enjoyed such a beautiful stew…while every thing was happening in my life, this is what was going on in the hum of the background.