Got halfway home from work yesterday (yes, I worked a few hours on the Fourth to stay caught up) when I ran headlong into a fierce thunderstorm. No big deal in a car, but on a bicycle I do worry about becoming a human lightning rod. By the time I took refuge under a leaky footbridge, I was soaked. After the wind calmed and uprooted trees came back to earth (well, branches anyway) I kept on riding into the torrential downpour. I was already soaked, so why not? After seeing me, a few people must have said, "What a nut!" From now on, my new tribal name will be "Dripping Buffalo" Kinda of pretty, is it not? (Not)
Speaking of pretty, I did get out to my favorite marsh over the weekend and saw a beautiful pair of Short-billed Dowitchers in full breeding plumage. Very nice. Also saw a few Semipalmated Sandpipers. Did I mention that shore birds are my favorite group? After this rain the nearly dried up marsh should be in better shape. Can't wait until my next day off.
