This was a weekend of contrasts. I was in the DC area where I grew up and went to college. In this area, national politics are always “in your face” and widely talked about. My family, like most, has people on both sides of the aisle. We also have a large group of vocal women.
I was here to help with my mother who is very ill and needs constant care now. I was also here because my only child, Ashley, flew in from Atlanta for the Women’s… March. I was proud to know that I raised my child to think for herself and stand for her beliefs. Even when we’re at odds.
I was able to watch both the Inauguration and the March with my mother. As I watched this mass of women fighting for what they believe in, I was taken back to my youth and my hardcore feminism. I’ve gotten softer with age and maybe even a little lazy. Issues are no longer black and white for me. The lack of discourse in this country deeply saddens me.
I went birding as I often do, in search of clarity. On the shores of the Potomac River a group of Tundra Swans flew overhead with their distinct wingbeats, ducks covered the river, and in the distance, a pair of Bald Eagles perched together.
I didn’t find any answers but when I left, I was filled with hope.
Tomorrow I head to Harlingen, Texas. I leave Virginia with a total of 324 species! I added Winter Wren, Eastern Towhee, Carolina Chickadee, White-throated Sparrow, Red-headed Woodpecker, American Black Duck, Golden-crowned Kinglet, Red-breasted Nuthatch, Field Sparrow and Tundra Swan.