Amora Jean Snowbird Brown

Bird, as we call her, was our first girl. After having five boys in a row, we were all shocked when that was announced the night she was born. I remember all of us talking about how finally we were going to have someone soft in the family.
All of her brothers talked about having a sister to watch over and take care of, but as she grew, even at a young age, it became more and more obvious this wasn’t going to be the case.
     At five and six you would think we would be baiting hooks for her and taking fish off of her line. Oh no, even at that age she was independent and already had a love for the outdoors. She has a drive and competitive spirit that is unmatched by anyone I know, yet her compassion has no bounds.
     Today when the family is home in the mountain valley her days are spent in the outdoors. When she isn’t hunting she climbs to the high mountain meadow just to watch the deer. When she’s not fishing she still spends time at the river writing and drawing.
There is also a soft side to her. It shows in her room at home, which is the typical teenage girls’ room. She’s meticulous about everything having a place, and everything being in its place.
     She loves animals of all kinds. Her pets include a frog, five Red-eared Slider Turtles, three cats, two dogs and a squirrel.

     Onboard the boat Bird started with the navigation, but even the wheelhouse of the boat is too confined for her. She now works the deck baiting and icing fish. The look of calm and serenity on her face as she’s hanging onto the railing in a blow as the sea spray hits her face makes it plain she loves the sea, but her first love would have to be the deep forest of the Alaskan bush.