Peggy Groves, a friend of mine, was the roommate of Phoebe in Swarthmore. When she found out about my love of birding, she invited Phoebe down to Albany, GA, and my wife Frances and I went to a meal at the Groves' house. I frankly do not remember anything about the meal, but Phoebe was quite charismatic as we reviewed her start in birding, and subsequent travels. Every time she returned to St. Louis, she would call me, or send me a review letter. She only used the bird guides (humans) to get her to the right place, she already knew the various plumages, similar birds, and all of their calls, if available. She believed that hearing a bird for ID was no substitute for seeing the bird. And I do, too. A rare hero that I got to meet!