On the morning of June 16, I held a small but mighty GEX with my then four-month-old son, Fisher. I told him stories about the seabirds and shorebirds that live along our coast and how endangered they are for so many reasons. Though I don’t think Fisher understood my words, our time together was meaningful. After sharing stories with him, we walked around the yard and I let him “collect” little bits of plants that he could grab with his fingers. I then let him drop them into the beautiful purple wing I created on the deck. I stood in silence with him in my arms, gazing at our co-creation and sending intentions out into the world that our generations return beauty to the earth. We then closed our circle with Fisher getting fussy because he was hungry. A real moment of sacred and profane. And an update! Since GEX, I learned that the legions of volunteers that guard the nests during holidays did an excellent job during 4th of July—a notorious holiday for the birds being able to thrive. In places where the volunteers stewarded nesting sites, ZERO nests were lost to the holiday frivolity. A miracle! My heart is forever grateful for people who spend their holidays standing beside our beloved birds during a vulnerable time in their lives.