Sometimes when I'm walking the Petaluma hills, I hear all around me trills and whistling calls, but only rarely do I see birds making this morning music. That is, unless I have a companion familiar with their avian ways-someone who can teach me where to look and listen, how to see and hear. Sandra Anfang's Rara Avis offers a kind of field guide of the heart, rendering visible what our own eyes so often overlook, articulating what remains...
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