A red kite, sans blog. Copyright Sean Gray
Like any young adult moving to a strange new land—a common occurrence at this time of year—Wyvis, a resident of Scotland, took to blogging about her new home in late August.
Out on her own, far from relatives, she was making long trips around the farms of Durisdeer Mill, a village in the country’s southwest lowlands, she wrote. She loved the isolation. She would rest in the woodlands around Sanquhar. Then came the odd journey to the moors, worms squishing underfoot. It was good land. She seemed likely to stay.
Wyvis’s online journal was not so different from that of any young adult, scribbling away on a laptop, exploring a new home. Except for one notable quirk. Wyvis isn’t an incoming freshman. Wyvis is a bird.
Specifically, Wyvis is one of four GPS-tagged…