Hey ya'll,
Don't know how much of a blip this'll make on the cosmic radar, but given my impending move to Mongolia, I'm going to gently retire this blog. But lest my 2.5-3 readers find that this news dictates they be placed on Suicide Watch, be well comforted: I've begun another.
The new blog is called Dreaming of Danzan Ravjaa and you can find it here. It will cover religion, culture, adventure and, of course, the birdlife I encounter during my stay in Mongolia. I've already begun posting, to give some background to this crazy enterprise, but don't actually arrive until March 19 (in time for spring migration!)
I think Surfbirds is a fabulous site and I thank them not only for giving me this space for my inarticulate babblings, but for the others who shared their avian exploits in corners of the world I may never visit.
And if you ever find yourself in Ulaan Baatar (don't pooh-pooh it -- you never know, believe me), look me up and we'll sling on the bins and tromp the steppe.
Now, if I could just encounter lifer #500 (might be the Northern Shrike that was just reported 20 miles east of Flagstaff!)...