I’m breaking from my own tradition this year and simply calling 2023 a wrap. Typically, I share photos from each month of the year and write about my journeys.

Snowy American Robin checking me out, Salt Lake County, UtahSnowy American Robin checking me out

2023 has been tough for me personally, but I’ve survived it.

The first birds I saw in 2023 were American Robins. A flock of about 50 of them flew over my head not long after dawn on New Year’s Day. Most years, I see American Crows or Canada Geese first. Seeing those robins was special for me in 2023.

In May, I started a personal journey. I flew from Utah to Virginia because my mom was placed in hospice, and I went back home to help her transition. Thankfully, I had a support system in place, and I was mom’s support system. I deeply appreciate every person that helped my through the journey of saying goodbye to my mom.

I am also glad that I didn’t have to deal with drama from certain family members. I know 100% I could have handled it; I am grateful that I wasn’t forced to.

Singing male Indigo Bunting at Sequoyah NWR, Sequoyah National Wildlife Refuge, OklahomaSinging male Indigo Bunting at Sequoyah NWR

Some of the highlights included spending time with my niece, Kristal, and her daughter Wren in Virginia. Seeing the familiar countryside of Virginia was a balm during my rough time.

I didn’t have my bird gear with me to take photos, but I enjoyed seeing Eastern birds again, smelling tidewater, and watching sunsets over the York River. Seeing so much of the color green was a visual treat.

Spending time with my oldest son, William, and his wife, Lisa, in Texas was also incredibly special to me.

Then, I spent time in Arkansas and Oklahoma with my dear friend and fellow photographer, Steve Creek, and his dog, Rosie. I rested and recovered while I was there. In addition to that, Steve loaned me his Canon R7, and I was able to photograph the amazing birds and wildlife of his part of the country. I had a marvelous time with Steve and Rosie.

I didn’t know that when I spoke to my mom from Steve’s deck the morning I left to head back to Utah, it would be the last time I would speak to her, and she would speak back to me. After that time, Mom just wasn’t Mom anymore. She passed away just a few days later.

Since I have been back in Utah, I have enjoyed being out in the field with the birds and wildlife here.

The effects of climate change here in northern Utah seem even more stark than they had been before my trip back east. I work harder to find fewer birds now. Birds that should be abundant, aren’t. The Great Salt Lake is still dying even after record-breaking snowfall amounts last winter. It’s sad, terribly sad.

I don’t know what 2024 will bring but I know 2023 was a mixed bag of joy, pain, and personal growth.

Life is good. So long 2023, that’s a wrap.

Mia

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