Thursdays was my volunteer day at the Carolina Raptor Center, a special place much beloved by Marianne and now by me. After Marianne died they hung a special plaque in her memory at a little ceremony. I was invited to volunteer in rehab, and I accepted! The shift that was open was Thursday diurnal feeding, and that was perfect — the day Marianne had originally volunteered. Being at the Raptor Center wad healing for me, both by being with the birds and with the wonderful people — staff, volunteers and interns. Although I no longer volunteer there, I have happy memories (and sad ones too — part of the experience of life).

This short poem came to me one day while feeding birds!

 Wings
  
 How beautiful is a bird on the wing
 Such elegance and grace
 It fills my heart with joy.
 Inspire me, oh my feathered friend,
 That my own dream may have wings
 And fly!