Kim Steutermann Rogers
on Fri 4/6/2012
March 2012 will be known for its rain. Rain morning, noon and night. Rain in the mountains. Rain at the beach. Rain in town. Rain in the country. Every way you slice it, rain. There were flooding, road closures, rock slides, mud slides and waterfalls I hadn't seen in years. Blessedly, every single one of the Laysan albatross chicks that I monitor survived, even without their parents, who, in March, had started leaving their chicks alone, so they could venture further out to sea and return with great gobs of the regurgitated golden nectar chicks love.
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