There's something about birds that I can't do, so it always held a mystery for me seeing them fly, seeing them hunt.

Near any source of water is a great place to find birds. Right after it rains, it's a good time. The birds are out.

Until you look for them, you won't see anything.

The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness

This has been a mystery for a thousand years. Nobody knew what they looked like in the wild. We only saw them dead. These images will open the door to more detailed study of their life.

This has been a mystery for a thousand years,