The Place Where We Live: Chicago Goes Dark for a Few Million Feathered Friends
I worked at Social Security's Herold Washington Payment Center, 600 West Madison, for a few years just after it opened in 1977. Every once in a while we'd come to work and find the sidewalks littered with hundreds of dead birds who had crashed into the building. Didn't happen all the time; just once in a while.
Our blue birds have returned and made a new nest. I leave meal worms in a dish nearby for them and that seems to bring them back each year.
Saw two sandhill cranes yesterday. They make a distinctive sound.
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