But the moment a bird was dead, no matter how beautiful it had been in life, the pleasure of possession became blunted for me.


Audubon, by Himself: A Profile of John James Audubon from Writings (ed. 1969)


But the moment a bird was dead, no matter how beautiful it had been in life, the pleasure of possession became blunted for me.

But the moment a bird was dead, no matter how beautiful it had been in life, the pleasure of possession became blunted for me.

But the moment a bird was dead, no matter how beautiful it had been in life, the pleasure of possession became blunted for me.

But the moment a bird was dead, no matter how beautiful it had been in life, the pleasure of possession became blunted for me.