For the Birds
I’ve known several birders. Many are biologists. Some are guides. A few are just enthusiasts and some of that last group seem to enjoy being alone in the woods with a large bag of weed more than anything else.
I’ve known several birders. Many are biologists. Some are guides. A few are just enthusiasts and some of that last group seem to enjoy being alone in the woods with a large bag of weed more than anything else.
Several frustrating minutes later of attempting to explain what I’d hoped to be a pithy anecdote I’d exhausted my lousy Spanish and the patience of all involved. One of my newer friends tried one last time, in Spanish, from his point of view. “You mean he was ON the wagon again, right?”
We are fortunate to now live in an environment surrounded by natural beauty. Nature, incidentally, doesn’t wear pants so close encounters like the one captured in this picture are an inevitable fountains of questions and entertainment.