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From our friends at The Audubon Society: “This beautiful short dance film by Sarah Bush Dance Project, artist in residence with Richardson Bay Audubon Center, in partnership with sound designer and composer Miles Lassi. A contact call is a type of call used by birds for the purpose of letting other birds know their location. We listen for these calls to learn the language of the birds and to make contact with the more-than-human world.”

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Once again, our friends at The National Forest Foundation have a wonderful gift! (I mean, other than the trees, which are wonderful, too—but not exactly portable.)

NFF Staffer Matt Harmon created a Spotify playlist for wandering through the woods—or to help you imagine you are among the trees when you are stuck at home.

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Of the 11 songs on the list, six of the songs and four of the artists were new to me. It was a delight to make so many musical discoveries at once!

Also, you must check out the last song on the playlist—it’s the perfect conclusion to this mix! (And my mother may or may not have owned this album and played it. I’m not saying, either way.)

Give Me This
~ Ada Limón

I thought it was the neighbor’s cat back
to clean the clock of the fledgling robins low
in their nest stuck in the dense hedge by the house
but what came was much stranger, a liquidity
moving all muscle and bristle. A groundhog
slippery and waddle thieving my tomatoes still
green in the morning’s shade. I watched her
munch and stand on her haunches taking such
pleasure in the watery bites. Why am I not allowed
delight? A stranger writes to request my thoughts
on suffering. Barbed wire pulled out of the mouth,
as if demanding that I kneel to the trap of coiled
spikes used in warfare and fencing. Instead,
I watch the groundhog closer and a sound escapes
me, a small spasm of joy I did not imagine
when I woke. She is a funny creature and earnest,
and she is doing what she can to survive.