Early mornings in the spring and fall, while the city sleeps, 17-year-old Claire Wayner marches through downtown Baltimore in search of dead birds.
She’s looking for live ones, too. But mainly dead ones.
“It’s tough to predict how many birds you’re gonna get, or if you’re gonna get any,” says Wayner, a senior at Baltimore Polytechnic Institute, at around 6 one recent morning. “Sometimes they just look like leaves.”
Wearing hiking sandals, a butterfly net poking out from her backpack, Wayner looks more suited for exploring a rain forest than for the concrete jungle.
She spots a lump on the ground by the Transamerica Building and identifies it immediately: a dead...