After a life spent watching my neighborhood birds,” writes the Elgin, Texas, artist and devoted birder Margie Crisp, “wandering through sometimes remote habitats seeking out beautiful, unique, or simply new birds; after joining and supporting local and national Audubon Societies along with other conservation organizations—how, at an age when most women are considering retirement, did I find myself crouched in a duck blind holding a loaded shotgun?”
If you didn’t see that last line coming, well, neither did Crisp. But in 2016, while on a birding expedition in Texas, Crisp was struck by what felt like an incongruous realization. The hundreds of acres of soupy rice fields she was glassing with her binoculars, where thousands of birds were “wading, feeding, and roosting in the shallow water,” had been flooded and…
