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The Florida Scrub habitat is the closest thing to a desert you will find in Florida. Pure white sand squeaks underfoot and even the oak trees, short and stunted from the lack of water, seem to struggle to reach the sky. The tracks of little scrub Jays are everywhere in the soft sand. A bright and social bird, it is endemic to Florida and lives in family groups among the oaks along quiet, sun-soaked sand hills. I think of this essay by Annie Dillard when I am out there:
“You feel the world's word as a tension, a hum, a single chorused note everywhere the same. This is it: this hum is the silence. The silence is all there is. It is the alpha and the omega, it is God's brooding over the face of the waters; it is the blinded note of the ten thousand things, the whine of wings. You take a step in the right direction to pray to this silence, and even to address the prayer to "World." Distinctions blur. Quit your tents. Pray without ceasing.”
--Annie Dillard
