The boss was feeling in a good mood yesterday and let us out early for Memorial Day. So where does any self-respecting, unattached female in her mature years go when she has a few hours to burn? Why to the nearest mud flat in a local marsh, spotting scope in tow, that's where.
I hadn't set up Gus (my Nikon 82mm ED spotting scope) more than a few minutes when the show began. Behind me, a bobolink opened with its R2D2 song, and was quickly joined by the hoarse croaking of a Yellowheaded Blackbird.
Anyway, by the time the show ended two hours later, I had delicious views at 75x of Blue-wings, Mallards, black Ducks, Great Egrets, a whole rookerie of G. Blue Herons, Green Herons, Semi-Palmated Plovers, Spotted Sandpipers, Killdeer, E. Bluebirds, Kingfishers, Cormorants (who dined on bullheads in front of me), Tree Swallows, Orioles, Goldfinches and ... well, you get the idea.
I might add, I had a visit with a nice gentleman who was also birding. He was very nice, though a bit young for me. Sooner or later, though, I will find Mr. "I am also a birder" Right one of these trips. Good birding, like a fine wine, should be shared and what the heck, I'm not that homely!
Blessings to all!
