Talked with my sister today, who just got back from a New England trip. She told me that plans were cookin' for a family reunion in mid-July of next year in the western lake country of Rangeley, Maine.
Did I get misty about beloved, long-lost cousins? Start sending notes to my (imaginary) filthy rich aunt telling her how she "was always my favorite"? Fret about the growing gulf between my waistline and the size of my current bathing suit?
Yeah right.
You know what I did. I swiveled around, snatched A Birder's Guide to Maine off the shelf, and started counting up potential lifers. Among the definite breeders, there are 11. Here they are:
Tennessee, Cape May, and Mourning Warblers
Black-backed Woodpecker
Boreal Chickadee
Spruce Grouse
Bicknell’s Thrush
Yellow-bellied Flycatcher
Pine and Evening Grosbeaks
White-winged Crossbill
Not a bad potential haul, huh?
But how's this for a potentially monumental snag? July was the month floated for a possible trip to eastern Tibet. The trick will be convincing my mother that I'm agonizing over the choice.
Posted by MadMonk at August 26, 2004 12:41 AMEven though that list is mouthwatering, I guess you'd have to go to Tibet if there was a choice!
Posted by: tonyh at August 26, 2004 09:17 AM