I was picking blackberries down on my Jackson Parish hunting club earlier this year when I heard a familiar bird call that caught my attention. I was transported back to the time when I was a barefoot tow-headed boy and I remember watching my mom tilt her head when she heard the call of this particular species of bird, one she hadn’t heard before.

Wiping her hands on her apron, she dug out her old dog-eared bird book, stepped outside with my brother Tom and me at her heels. The search was on as she scanned the thickets around the

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