Humble 3.141592…

I’ve had a good run lately of finding and re-finding birds, but all good things (pi is a good thing only if of pecans) must come to an end, and my recent run of modest successes crashed to a halt yesterday.

Poke out my one good eye, plug up my one good ear, and surgically implant a 1980 Peterson Eastern in my brain, and nine times out of ten I’d still be able to come up with more birds than Mark and I found yesterday. Just one of those days!

Target after target eluded us, though our day’s list of 75 species did include some nice enough birds: Gray, Hammond’s, and Dusky Flycatchers for the Empidonax trifecta; Common Merganser and Black-crowned Night-Heron; Rufous-winged Sparrow and Red-breasted Nuthatch: nothing to sneeze at, any of them, but far less than I’d hoped for, even counted on. Pride and the fall!

The most excitement all day was provided by a nice Virginia Rail that fed calmly in the open at Patagonia Lake.

I owe you one, Mark!