When I am lonesome
I look up to the clouds
For they tell me of how
They come and go.
When I am confused
I listen to the wind
For it tells me
What is best for me.
When I am mad I
Listen to the waters flow
It helps clear my mind.
2025 Fall Bird Migration - Part 1
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Welcome to fall bird migration in NYC! The last couple of weeks have seen
millions of birds pass through the area on their way south for the winter.
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