Upon mildly rebuking the source of my flawed Burrowing Owl directions, he writes back saying, "You went to the Gilbert Wildlife Area? You were supposed to go to the Gilbert Water Ranch. Didn't I mention that? It's new, by the way, and not in the guidebook."
10-4, good buddy. Everyone assumes Sedonans are psychic. I'm gonna make him reimburse me for Gatorade and one pair of shredded shorts. And hold me by the hand and take me right to the owl next time.
Forgot to mention that I cracked 100 species at my local patch (scenic Sedona Wastewater). #100 was Solitary Sandpiper (just one, strangely, all alone) and the same morning found a Nashville Warbler.
But all that fades into abject triviality (as though it had monumental importance before) with the news that a Red-footed Falcon has appeared at the Martha's Vineyard airport. First N.A. record. 2500 miles away. I mean, I fantasized about seeing this bird when I was in France (I've heard France provokes other fantasies in men, but I don't understand this).
All I can say is I better see a Black Tern this fall or I'm gonna get in touch with my inner postal worker.
Posted by MadMonk at August 13, 2004 04:55 AMSigh. I can only dream of writing like you, cuzzin. You are such a hoot. I am mighty glad you have a blog.
No new birds to report around here but your entries are inspiring me to go on my first Audubon field trip. Will let you know when and where. And if.
Posted by: Cuzzin Ryan at August 17, 2004 07:33 PM