Author: Margaret Evans

By Margaret Evans, Editor Early in the springtime of 2020, the birds abandoned me. Just when I needed them most, they simply disappeared from my world.    It was weird. We’d managed to get our daughter home from Central Europe – that drama had passed – and the days were growing long and lovely. We had plenty of time now to sit outside together, and I was desperate to watch some birds. But suddenly there were no birds to watch.   I couldn’t figure it out. My feeders were clean, full of seed and suet. I’d added a birdbath to my set-up, which somebody’d said was a ‘must’ if I hoped to attract buntings of any kind. (The Painted Bunting has long been my holy grail, but I’m eager for Indigos, too.) On top of all that, it was spring!

By Margaret Evans, EditorEverybody has their Tales from the Time of Coronavirus, and thanks to social media, those tales are being widely and wonderfully told. From the harrowing to the humorous to the merely mundane, we’re all telling our stories, because here in the land of humans, stories save. They always have and they always will. Hallelujah!