Just me rambling about birds, books, bunnies, or whatever!
Friday, May 16, 2008
Softly the evening came
"Softly the evening came." -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On World Series day, we spent the hours around dusk at North Pond; the others were mostly looking at birds, but I was watching the clouds.
It had been overcast all day, but the sky began to clear in the late afternoon and some of us stood around appreciating that nice light cast on a Canada Goose floating on the pond while we looked for a bittern... on the beach plum and scotch broom and cypress spurge blooming in the dunes. A beautiful place to end a long day.
With the chasing mostly over and the last of the death marches done (I skipped the last one and missed 12 Piping Plovers!) we were hoping then for just a couple night herons, or nighthawks, or woodcock, or owls... we relaxed and found a rock or old fencepost to sit on. Gradually the stories began...
Birders have great stories, you know. Many of us have traveled to interesting far-flung places (not me!) and oftentimes we travel with the same people. Even if we've not birded together, there's a certain easy camaraderie among most birders that feels really nice. Of course, after 12+ hours together on a big day, we tend to get a bit silly and punchy from the lack of sleep/food/caffeine, but that just adds to the fun.
When you consider that our team will have raised at least $3500 for conservation causes, and that's small potatoes compared to most of the other 100 or so teams, I guess it's easy to understand why I like doing it so much. Great birds, good friends, great stories, a good cause...
Plus, we ended the day with nighthawks and a barred owl. What more could you ask for?