A quite wonderful thing is happening on the High Line in section two: the birds are really flocking to Sarah Sze’s sculpture.
But they’re shy, at least during the daytime when thousands of people are passing by, sticking camera lenses into their little wooden houses and offering good, old-fashioned New York City food critiques of their bird seed. However, once you approach the exhibit you start hearing this chorus of chirping, and if you look around in the grass and stone mulch you can see them hopping around. I caught this mourning dove today, but there were lots of sparrows too, as well as butterflies who were enjoying the fruit that has been left for them.
I marvel that there’s this habitat just outside my window and am reminded, again, at what “Keep it wild” really means.