September 1, 2017
Rabbi Samuel M. Cohon,
Although I spend a good deal of time in the great outdoors, my knowledge of zoology is, at best, minimal. My daughter, Cipora, is currently taking a high school field science class in she learns to identify many species of birds by sight and sound. She ran her electronic flashcards by me one night—and, out of 25 birds, I believe I correctly identified two. Apparently I am not much of a birder.
Tucson is, I am told, one of the top birding destinations in the country--in fact, in the world. There are canyons here that people travel from around the world to visit so that they can add to their “collection” of birds. Although you know now how pathetic my efforts are in this area, even in our own backyard and at our fountain we see hummingbirds, finches, hawks, cardinals, and many more unidentified species. Coincidentally, I can tell you that this particular Torah portion we read Labor Day weekend this year is, literally, for the birds. I will explain what I mean in a moment.