Dying Bird Man's Last Words

An old man reflected on his life - Growing up in the coastal regions of South Florida, birds became a big part of his being. The scientific approach to birding, quite naturally, involves close inspection of the various species through dissection of carcasses. Meticulous details were recorded on each and every find, comparing his notes with those of the greats like Roger Tory Peterson and Audubon.

This collection grew over the years in numbers and in variety. Known by only himself, there was one ornithological specimen that evaded his grasp. Yet to those around him, it would seem that his lifetime of research had provided him with great happiness and contentment that would carry him through all that might happen in life. And so it was, on this his last day on Earth, surrounded by family and his inestimable bird collection. The fulfillment of a rich life of faith, love and introspection had brought him here to this moment.

He raised his hand.

With a motion, the nurse helped lift his head.

His family drew closer to hear him speak.

With one last breath of that glorious salt air, he managed these words...
“I have no egrets...”