Delving into the world of a rail is something that is seldom achieved; comparable to that of the deep ocean, or high arctic. We know fully that it exists, yet it remains a true mystery, out of sight and mind. The sora is a bird that fits this niche, living a secretive life amongst rushes and cattails across the far reaches of North America. Its distinct calls ringing out at dusk and dawn are likely the extent of which our senses will ever interpret, that is, unless a sora let’s you into its world.
If only I could let it into mine.
