The StoryBehind theLetters.

A love worth earning.A world worth knowing.

Follow naturalist and bird artist Josiah Rook as he travels from the warm southern swamps to the northern seas in search of birds - chasing beauty, science, and a future worth returning home to.

Twelve letters. Twelve months. One journey. One love story.

Begin the Journey

You are there with him. In every letter.

A layered handwritten letter, forest-green envelope, cardinal art print, poem postcard, field-note card and folded route card arranged on a dark wooden desk

The Players in Our Story

The Condition.

Proof before promise.

Cornelis Vandegrift respects Josiah Rook’s character, but character is not a living. Before he will give his blessing, Josiah Rook must return with something he can count:

One hundred paid subscribers for a lettered journal about the natural world, and a publisher willing to stand behind it.

Cornelis Vandegrift
Clara's subscriber ledger open on a desk, with a pen and a folded chart

A Journey Across America.

One letter each month.

Josiah’s expedition takes him from the warm southern swamps to the icy northern seas - through towns and wilderness, storms and still mornings.

Each letter follows a different place, a different bird, and a different stage of the journey.

  • 12 Letters

    Twelve months of the journey

  • 12 Places

    From the southern swamps to the northern seas

  • 12 Birds

    Studied, sketched and described

  • One Story

    A love story told in real time

A period chart of the eastern United States with the route marked from Bordentown south to Charleston and Florida, then north to the Bay of Fundy and on to Labrador

Why these Letters Matter.

Meet the maker

Who Writes These.

My name is Maebh Collins. I live in Co. Louth, on Ireland’s east coast, and I have spent the last few years running Ask About Birds, a small print house making fine-art bird plates in the tradition of the old natural history illustrators.

Wild Bird Post started at my own letterbox. The walk down the drive had become a chore: bills, flyers, a menu for a takeaway that closed last year. The only good post I could remember was a letter from my mother, years old now, still in the kitchen drawer.

I write the letters, in his voice. Longhand first, then set in type, with the sketches and the weather notes in the margins where he would have put them. Two sides, one bird, no padding.

To say it plainly, because you should not have to guess: Josiah Rook is an invention, and so is Clara. The birds are real, the places are real, the weather is real, and the plates are real. The invention is only the thread that carries them, and the reason the letters have somewhere to go.

Read Letter No. 0
A songbird perched on a branch, painted in watercolour

A Year. A Journey.A Keepsake.

Twelve letters over twelve months,with an ending that lands.