Dear Birds,

I know it’s tough right now. You’re breeding and overwintering habitats have diminished in sized and quality. Your migration routes are filled with roadblocks and hazards, like glass windows and wind turbines. You can thank humans for all of this with a well timed poop.

But…

That still won’t stop me – a human – from working my hardest to make your lives better. I will continue championing land preservation and the restoration of woodland, prairie and wetland habitats. I will not stop advocating for “bird friendly” legislation to make cities safer for your passage. I will monitor your populations and take hints from you when something is wrong and when things are going right.

You, individually, will probably not be around in 2050. But I am hopeful that your descendants will be. I am confident that, in their birdy-poop ways, your descendants will be there to acknowledge all the hard work, dedication and passion that I promise to put in over the next 28 years and beyond.

Keep your beaks up my feathered friends. We’ll get there together!