Bookmark: On braving bushy brambles and becoming a birder

<p>I felt trapped early in the pandemic.</p> <p> </p> <p>I normally walk every day in downtown Toronto. I write on park benches and in distant coffee shops and love popping into bookstores and bumping into friends. I am very privileged in that I get to travel one or two days a week, too. But then: the pandemic. It hit hard and I was suddenly sitting in a makeshift office upstairs. Staring at four blank walls and peering out a glass door into the trees and electrical wires outside.</p> <p> </p> <p>And then I saw it. A...