Sometimes, in my work on the Field Guide to Beached Birds of the Southeastern United States, things proceed at an encouraging clip. And then sometimes, I find myself daunted, in the middle of a pile of pictures of severed wings on my bedroom/office floor. Today is just such a time. So, in an effort to bring you briefly into my world, I share with you this image of the situation here this morning.
The outward reflection of the inner chaos. How to classify wings?
