As often happens when I am biking along the local trails, the trail will emerge from the dense cover of forest and open to a wide expanse of prairie. This always brings a smile to my face, since I am an open country gal at heart from out west. How I miss those wall to wall horizons.
Last night, I not only smiled when this happened, I interrupted my strict bike training regimen by stopping. What brought me to a halt was the song of a Bobolink, one of my favorite prairie birds. The "Bob" has such a distinctive, crazy call. Once you've heard one, you won't mistake it for anything else. It's as if the bird is trying to say more than one thing at a time. A friend of mine calls them the R2D2 bird, after the popular robot in Star Wars, because the Bobolink's song has a distinctive "electronic" tone.
So, there I stood with a big smile on my face, enjoying the Bobolink show through my
Nikon 5x15 High Grade monocular (every ounce counts on a bike and optics don't come much smaller than this monocular). A few minutes later, the Bob flew off to a more distant perch and I hit the trail, again. Just as well, since I had another 15 miles to go before dark.