Dear friends and readers, The other night I spotted a dark lump on the balcony. I thought it was a rat at first. But, no. There are no rats in the mountains of Rizal. I looked closer and realized it was a bird whose neck had been twisted on some kind of impact. Ants trailed from its body.
Growing into Adulthood Under the Climate Crisis
Growing into Adulthood Under the Climate…
Growing into Adulthood Under the Climate Crisis
Dear friends and readers, The other night I spotted a dark lump on the balcony. I thought it was a rat at first. But, no. There are no rats in the mountains of Rizal. I looked closer and realized it was a bird whose neck had been twisted on some kind of impact. Ants trailed from its body.