So how'd you end up here?

The skinny on this blog:

Stammerings--nuf' said

Intermediocre--that state that so many birders get to where they have some basics, but due to age, genetic shortfalls, mental deficiencies, or some combination thereof, they hit a wall in the further development of their skillset (don't ask how I know this). Characterized by questions asked of skilled and generous birders and birding trip leaders that invariably result in answers frequently spoken at a third grade level, slowly, and with just the slightest hint of incredulity.

Birding Slut--Me, and those like me, who despite their clear deficiencies, continue to love to look at, pursue, and talk about birds and birding. The slut part comes from the fact that we will look at anything, and derive great pleasure from it

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Walking by Henry David Thoreau

<i>Walking</i> by Henry David Thoreau


What struck me most about this essay was that it so resonated with me--how does any birder get by a spring day without walking and listening!  I've been working from home this last week as my spouse recovers from surgery, and perhaps the greatest benefit to me has been the daily dose of birdsong I am blessed to hear when I take our dog on her morning walk.  The morning chorus is so much more intense, varied and yes, cacophonous than the evening chorus, and the cast of avian characters differs  For example I hear dueling song sparrows in the morning but rarely in the afternoon or evening when I usually walk our mutt.
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