Andrew Lodge WEBBE

We all miss you, Andrew, and we love you. You're always with us, with every bird and flower and soft breeze, you're there. I love you. Aunt Dossy

We missed Andrew on the Christmas Bird Count. Nice to have that birding experience to remember him by.

Although a year has gone by since you left us your presence, kindness, gentle ways and loyal friendship is ever present in my heart.

It has been a difficult year for all of us after Andrew´s death. He is very much missed.

My memories of Andrew as a small child and happy teen ager will never dim. He had an infectious smile and a gentle way about him that was endearing. He spent many happy hours with his childhood friends, my son, Jamie and freddie Winthrop exploring our small farm, enjoying our many animals and cross country skiing with his friends. Will forever treasure the memories of that happy child and his infectious smile. I am so sorry for your loss.

Also I planted 10 trees at Lewis Creek Streambank Wildlife Management Area and though of you while I did so :)

Ah Andrew. I remember our time on Lake Champlain counting Common Terns and managing the islands to protect them. Time banding birds and the many ways you assisted us here at Audubon Vermont. Always ready when I called to check a site for Golden-winged Warblers or reporting on Peregrine Falcons and Bald Eagles. Your time doing Audubon's Christmas Bird Counts or just crossing paths a Geprags Park with binoculars around our necks. You will be missed by us and the birds.

I miss my sweet nephew. I miss his messages and photographs and music. My heart goes out to his father, mother and sister and all his devoted friends. Sending my love in this time of sadness and sorrow.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
BY EMILY DICKINSON
“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 -...