The tracking circle—artist, scientist, librarian, rabbi, teacher, writer—gathers around our leader’s open palm. With unwavering focus, we train our collective curiosity and intellect on what a kindergartener would call poop. We use the scientific term: scat.
Over the last 175 years, common murres (pronounced murrs) have been pushed to near-extinction by greed, pollution and a warming ocean. But in a remarkable turn, the “penguins of California” are establishing new breeding colonies and laying eggs on rocks and outcroppings off the Sonoma coast.
Despite their name, common murres are anything but ordinary. On land they waddle in dapper black-and-white plumage. Under water they dive like torpedoes. In the air, their short wings—better suited to swimming than soaring—beat furiously, whirring like wind-up toys. About the size of a football, murres spend most of the year over open water. But each Spring they return to the stony sites where they were born to cluster in densely packed colonies.
