Poésie trouvée

When hurricanes sweep up the coast,

Leveling all before them,

They often leave in their wake sea-birds,

Dead or exhausted. 

Now and then someone

Picks up a stranger.

Sooner or later it reaches

A museum and is

Identified.

– Roger Tory Peterson, Field Guide to the Birds 1947

Brown Booby PUerto P, Sonora, January 24, 2007 073

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