Unsure what were the "specific wows" last weekend...
was it the swirls of Lapland Longspurs or the Horned Lark allowing my
daughter a great look and see its "horns"?
Was it the numbers of Bald Eagles calling, interacting...sometimes
fighting....one even taking off from his spot on the water...glided in and
snatched a mallard...?
Or was it watching a female bluebird bathe in a newly formed puddle from
the melting snow?
Perhaps it was seeing the dozen red-headed woodpeckers seen on one
hike...or watching the Brown Thrasher tossing leaves right and left?
Were the numbers of Goldeneyes so many that you couldn't count...
was it the words used to describing your favorite bird ooetically...frozen
in time at that moment because you wrote it down?...
was it being able to identify the Cackling Goose on your own because
someone taught you recently how to identify it?
was it being so immersed that you were venturing with Audubon or holding
that lil' baby bird...did you think you could say something to Jemima ...to
Audubon...??
whatever the case...perhaps it was because you were longing to just relax
and bird...and bird...and bird...
Thinking back, it was a collection of all of the above putting "feathers in
my birding cap..."
Melissa Turrentine
Bedford County
