Arrived at Musick's campground around 6 and the reservoir was aboil with power boats and jet skis as all of TennVa was desperately clinging to the last holiday weekend. Met Rack Cross, whose younger eyes soon located some terns on the far side, and after fiddling around with the scope for 5 minutes or so, we were rewarded by the terns flying directly to us and demonstrating for common binoculars that they were winter plumaged Black Terns. I'd never seen them in this plumage before, but their fat bodies and short tails quickly ID them as Chlidonias terns. There seemed to be a symbiotic relationship between the terns and the boats, as they followed them and often fed in their wakes. It kind of makes one wonder about the impact of power boats on aquatic life, but since they'd soon be chopped into fillet'o fish by the turbines of Holston, Boone or you name it dam to feed the herons who always know when generating is about to begin, I guess it doesn't matter a whole lot. Rack next picked up a flock of terns over in Virginia, and we followed them overhead into Tennessee, with the whiter wings and lack of heavy black edging making them into Forster's. If we were in Australia we would have been obligated to celebrate the moment by opening one of those gallon cans of Forster's Ale. That was it for Musick's. Hopefully grebes will return after the holiday. No ducks other than Mallards at the wier dam, so I took off alone for a hike around Osceola Island, as much an exercise antidote for too much car birding as anything. Best sighting was a family of four Belted Kingfishers chasing each other up and down the river on the far side, and a Great Blue Heron perched in the setting sun high in a dead tree on the other side. I snagged a family walking down the path to point out the bird and give them each a chance to find it in the binoculars, much harder than they ever thought. I asked the younger girl what color its eye was, and she replied, "These binoculars are moving too much." Leicas are too heavy for a lot of mature women, so I could only smile and show her how to brace her elbows on her chest. We strolled down the path together and I pointed out Pileated Woodpeckers calling and a Red-bellied Woodpecker working another stand of dead trees. Half the fun of birding is sharing the experience with others, and when you're alone, well, the general public is just going to have to be forced to learn something new. The funny thing is that in China or Morroco or Mexico, passersby ask to look in your scope and line up to do so. At a roadside marsh in Mexico between Puerto Vallerta and Guadalajara, Audrey Hoff and I one time found ourselves conducting a field trip on birds to an entire class from a girl's school, and we all paused for photos. By comparison, Americans have almost no curiosity. James Brooks Jonesborough, TN =================NOTES TO SUBSCRIBER===================== The TN-Bird Net requires you to sign your messages with first and last name, city (town) and state abbreviation. ----------------------------------------------------- To post to this mailing list, simply send email to: tn-bird@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ----------------------------------------------------- To unsubscribe, send email to: tn-bird-request@xxxxxxxxxxxxx with 'unsubscribe' in the Subject field. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Topographical Maps located at http://topozone.com/find.asp * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Visit the Tennessee Ornithological Society web site at http://www.tnbirds.org * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * TN-Bird Net Owner: Wallace Coffey, Bristol, TN jwcoffey@xxxxxxxxxx (423) 764-3958 =========================================================