When I was a boy I spent a lot of time in the woods,
along a small stream near our home,
and at the beach.
I always wondered then,
why do I not see the birds, the mice, the deer, the whales.
The ones who have died.
When I was on Pihemanu, I saw.
My little friend......the albatross I visited each day
of my study.........She had tried to swim out into the ocean.
I saw her brave the surf and be knocked back, only to try again.
On the day before we left the atoll, I walked
to Monk Seal Point,
hoping to see this one bird I had befriended,
gotten to know, swim out to the reef edge and fly.
To Soar.
It was not to happen.
She had died during the night like so many
albatross fed our leavings. Crayola markers, legos, lighters,
bottle caps, a knife handle, twisted nylon rope, some fishing line,
a couple of chunks of squid.......the only real food, not enough
for her to survive.
My little buddy, Fred
will make the journey to Pihemanu this next summer.
I can only hope he and others with him
will have a more promising report for you.
In Memory of X310.
Please Go PLASTIC FREE FRIDAYS.
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