"He had names for every single bird in his coop," he said. "He was very closely connected to the inner and outer lives of the birds. He knew which bird was about to give birth and how to handle tiny chicks."
"Visually that struck me — the juxtaposition between really weathered hands and burly looking men and watching them handle these shiny, often very beautiful, delicate-seeming creatures. And … they're cooing [to the birds.]"