To Weatherman
From your pride at holding the longevity record for ringed Spotted Flycatcher to your regular garden catch of zillions of tits (only outdone by the number of RETRAP tits you caught) your love of birding was clear to see and it was a pleasure to meet and ring with you.
Never to be forgotten
Jo Lashwood
Jo
15th February 2017
So many happy memories of Wash times. Discussions on weather, discussions on tornado-chasing, discussions on humming-bird forays.
Sometimes this Emily Dickenson poem helps me, though I am not entirely sure what it means;
Hope is the thing with feathers.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
And sweetest in the gale is heard,
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Daphne
9th February 2017
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Steven.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Rosedale Funeral Home on 30/01/2017