January 15th, 2008, 03:30 PM
Don Chalfant eat my shorts!
Oh yeah baby, 19th position in the Florida County Listing stakes. Can you feel it, can you feel it, can you feeeeeeeeeeeeeeel it. 10 months ahead of schedule as well. The crucial county tick that saw me race past the flailing chalfant (now in 20th position) happened to be an American Kestrel in Walton County. I love kestrels, I love county listing....wooohooooo I'm in 19th position. My next victim is John Pushcock, who is, no doubt, quaking in his slippers. After I've crushed him, probably sometime next January, I'll have Sean McCool firmly fixed in the ole crosshairs. Swamphen is on the menu for 2009! The thought of being in 17th place is almost too much to comprehend...in the words of Bobby Ball..."I could crush a grape"January 14th will be long remembered in the Wraithmell house. It began at 5am with a bowl of Special K, a banana and a lovely cuppa tea. Melissa, Marvin and Tracee arrvied and we headed off to Blountstown to Mr & Mrs Dennis' residence. It was still dark when we arrived and fecking cold. Marvin and I complained, not surprisingly, as we had already seen the Broad-billed but being gentlemen, we froze our ....s off in the name of life listing. The hummer put on a good show for an hour and we left for Ponce De Leon Springs. I almost forgot to mention that I added several new birds to my gargantuous Calhoun County list. As we hit I-10 I began to see the impossible dream of 19th place on the horizon. Ponce De Leon (unfortunate name) is a small trailer town in the middle of nowhere. The main attraction is its state park, a real beauty. We walked the trails enjoying Browncreepers, Red-breasted Nuthatch, Golden-crowned Kinglets and all the other usual woodland suspects. Across from the park on the edge of a swamp we found a flock of 14 Dark-eyed Junco's. Hermit Thrush, Blue-headed Vireo and Orange-crowned Warbler were put firmly on the Holmes County list. The calling Winter Wren proved elusive. Feck!De Funiak Springs was our next destination, and a roadside kestrel made history, as we approached Mr & Mrs Dobson's home. The female Anna's Hummingbird didn't prove hard to find and I was pleased I added it to my Florida list away from the feeders. A careful search of a sunlit bush revealed the little fecker, preeening and chilling without a care in the world. During our visit we only saw her visit the feeders twice. Mr Dobson was most hospitable and took the girls for a ride in the hay.....on his Golf cart! The Dobson's live on hundreds of acres and their land is a veritable haven for wildlife. On our way home Tracee discovered she had lost her wallet. DOH! We returned to the Dobson's and rode around on golf carts searching for it. We didn't find it but I did add several new Walton County birds including Vesper Sparrow and Eastern Meadowlark.Soon the historic day was over and I went to bed dreaming of 18th place. Watch yer back Pushcock, I'm moving on up.So today's moan is about swearing. I've had several complaints about my use of language on this ere blog. Swearing is part of life and I used to be a sailor as well. I like swearing it relieves frustration. I have tried to cloak my swearing to minimize offense but you can always read something else if the word feck and .... offend you. If you think I'm bad then go read Tom McKinney's diary, he is number one on fecking google for swearing! I blame my upbringing of course and Father Ted. Father Jack Hackett is one of my many heroes and role models. If it wasn't for the missus I'd almost certainly have ended up like Father Jack. If you have never watched Father Ted, my friend, you have not truly lived. In the words of the scottish Spartan in the film 300 "TONIGHT WE DINE IN HELL"