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-- Hamlet

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-- Arthur Schopenhauer

Sunday, August 27, 2017


-- Very Sad News… Bill Pulliam passes --


One of the more intrepid participants in the Ivory-bill debate (and more generally, a very active-and-respected Tennessee birder) has passed on at the too-youngish age of 56. For those who followed the IBWO debate closely early-on, Bill is probably well-known, though in recent years he was more quiet about the subject. I never met Bill, but in those earlier years some of my most interesting (and enjoyable) backchannel encounters were with him… we didn’t agree on everything, but we agreed on a lot and I hope he respected my opinions as much as I respected his.

More recently, he had tweeted about suffering through a tic-borne illness, but apparently that turned out to be an aggressive, undiagnosed form of lung cancer that he succumbed to a few days ago. A tremendous loss of an intelligent, independent, entertaining cuss, if I dare say so!

I always wished that he had pursued more searches of the Ivory-bill in western Tennessee, following up on some claims, but if he did he never reported it back to me. At one point he indicated IF the bird was there it ought just be left alone.

When Bill's father died a few years back I sent him this well-known poem I've always enjoyed and sent to many over the years upon such occasions. I feel odd using it again, so soon, but in his honor, and for his loved ones, I will: 

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die. 

-- Mary Elizabeth Frye

eBird, where Bill was very active as a regional editor and more, has posted this memorial:

...and now Mark Michaels has penned some further tribute here:

I am not a birder, and I am not on this blog, but I am Bill's widow. I just found this tribute and am very touched. I did not know about the poem you had sent to him about his father, but I was thinking of putting it on something at the memorial we are going to have for him on October 21st here in Hohenwald. If anyone would like to speak or write something that could be read, it would be welcome.

Peggy Anderson
Good to hear from you Peggy; so sorry for your loss. Bill will certainly be missed by a great many who didn't even know him personally. Best wishes, and hope you have a fine memorial on the 21st.
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