I've still been going out for short jaunts on Sunday mornings. Being on a short time schedule can make it difficult because you end up trying to see the forest through the trees when you should start by looking at the trees. This reminds me of one of those horror movies when someone is getting chased through the woods but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
It hasn't been for a lack of trying. I even broke through an elf fortress looking for birds.
I took a couple of rides down to the shore which isn't so cheap with the gas prices these days. I was looking for rare reported birds like a Brown Pelican but I seem to be surrounded by herons and .....brown ducks everywhere I Turn. Speaking of terns, I did see a Royal Tern and a Forster's tern while at the shore. Those are two of the less common ones around here. For the next week or 2 hawks will be in the midst of migration with a chance to see big kettles of hawks in the sky as they make their journey.
The next time I go out birding I need to make it count. It's best to stay in the present and turn off that imaginary Clock in your mind.
