DATE: 15APRIL2017
TIME: 1428
LOCATION: CORDOVA, AK
SITUATION: NO CHANGE
UPDATES: NONE
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Fig1. Ravens pretending to be distracted

It’s been a month since I washed up here in Alaska. I’ve been waiting to catch a glimpse of a shorebird but I haven’t seen a single one in weeks. People tell me that they actually do exist. I’m starting to have my doubts. No one else has spotted them… Or have they? What could they be hiding? Everyone is super friendly in town.. Maybe too friendly. I wonder: Where did I actually wind up? I mean, everyone at EFTA was suspiciously friendly too. Sue, Richard, Lily… And those other interns… That Alex guy was cool and all, but isn’t it strange how he also goes by Alex? What’s up with Tania and that sinister laugh? Is it really believable that Jasmine likes birds? When did Tifany get so picky? What is that Allen character actually doing in D.C.? Everyone is out there doing things with shorebirds but I got sent far away up in “Alaska.” Hmm. They’re seeing shorebirds, but why haven’t I? Something’s fishy here and it isn’t the Copper River Salmon. For sure this has got to be where they pass through. The birds should be showing up anytime now… right? I just don’t know anymore. I’m starting to forget what they are. What is a shorebird? What IS a willet? Maybe they just aren’t real? Are they a figment of my imagination? Was that training in San Diego just a dream? Woah. Mind. Blown.
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Fig2. Caw caw to you too Mr. Raven

Going out to the mud flats, I take a look at where I’ll be doing my surveys. The mountains on the other side of Orca Inlet are barely discernible through the fog. The rain is freezing, turning to slush as it comes down. Gloomy weather covers all of Cordova and most people are indoors warming up next to a toasty fireplace. Not me. I want to find out the truth. I’ve posted some flyers around town to see if there’s anyone willing to come forward with the truth. The majority of birds I see are gulls, ducks, swans, and of course ravens and crows. But no shorebirds. I hear some ravens mocking me. They’re watching. Waiting. They think they got me, but I’m onto them. ‘Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary’ so it goes. Nevermore. Not with me. They’re waiting for any signs of weakness but I won’t give in. The crows follow me whenever I walk down town so they know… I know.. We know. They’re smart creatures, I’ll give them that. Too smart for their own good. Maybe they’ve got something planned for me. Maybe they did something to the shorebirds… I’m going to have to take in a couple of birds in for questioning. I did not waste all this time planning for the shorebird festival, only to have it messed up by some ‘fowl’ play. I bet those suspicious crows hanging around the office are scouting my next move. I’m pulling my blinds down for now to be safe. Until I get to the bottom of this I’ll be in my office room making preparations for the so-called ‘shorebird’ festival. You can’t have a shorebird festival without shorebirds! Apparently some famous birder named David Sibley is supposed to stop by for it but we’ll see if the ravens have anything to say about that. It could be that they are behind all of this, or it could all just be in my head. I don’t know. I hope not. That’s the only logical explanation I can think of at this point and the more time I spend here the more it looks to be the truth. If I don’t make it back home then make sure to distribute this letter out. The world needs to know. This is Alex, signing out.
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Fig3. These faceless crows sit and wait by the front door. I sneak out the back before they have time to alert the others.

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“Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; —
‘Tis the wind and nothing more.”
– Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven
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Note: Photo-bombing crow in fig0 still at large. Wanted for mischievous and disorderly crow conduct. Please file a report of any sightings of an average sized crow with black feathers, legs, and beak for further investigation.
MISSING: SHOREBIRDS

Categories: 2017 Interns

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