Big Year Day 117
I was in the old SuperValu in Grantsburg, WI where my pike fishing partner used to work. Suddenly I heard a phrase overhead, "Clean up in aisle one, clean up in aisle one!" I ignored it, and then this old woman appeared, all bug eyed and she wore one of those hair nets you only see on high school cafeteria cooks and servers from like decades ago. She pointed to me. "I said boy, Clean up on Aisle 1!"
"I don't work here." I said. I never worked at that grocery store.
"Don't make me get my broom, you'll be sorry" She said.
Okay, I'll clean up aisle one. I looked but there wasn't an aisle 1, the place started with 2. She was following me and then I heard an alarm, it was my alarm. This was a dream. I needed to wake up.
I sensed a bright light shining on me. I opened an eye. It was a street light and it was dark. I could hear a breeze but where was I? I came to and looked out the window. I tried to focus on a boat trailer, a guy was carrying something towards a truck. He put it in back and drove off. I scratched my head. "Where was I?" I got outside and stumbled to the front of my Dodge SUV I was driving. I looked at the plate. Texas!...? How did I get back to Texas?
Coded Birds: 46
Miles driven. 24990
showshoes 4 (isn't going to be any more)
other animals seen: gray whale, dolphin, bobcat, ring-tailed cat, elk, bighorn, jackalope, feral pig, California sea lion, harbor seal, bedbugs, iguana
#611 Roseate tern
Sorry, my pictures are so bad, but they do look pink to me.
I don't know what was going on in Key West. It was a bad driving special. People stopped short, pedestrians were standing in the road, cars turned late, and everyone was swerving for female joggers in tight things loping on the sidewalk, especially me. I need to go home.
Well, the success ended at the Fort. The Cuban vireo, gone, poof. There were some good birders there including Chris Feeney, who blew in from California a day ahead of me, having nabbed the Marsh sandpiper, unlike me. I'm sorry to report, the most interesting bird was this common ground dove chick.
There was a raptor fly-over, which the ID of which perplexed me, as I was tired. I was trying to find a new warbler which didn't happen. I didn't want to think about this hawk.
It has to be a red-tail, no bands on tail for anything else, and it was pretty light on top, I live in this world of Kreider red-tails and find they look weirder and weirder....although some short-tailed hawks have pretty faint bands on their tails here is a picture from internet...hum....now I'm rethinking my opinion.
Boy....even what would seem easy doesn't seem easy any more. I need a break. I know what it is not. So I don't what it is, I guess. UFO. Maybe I'd say short-tailed if put a gun to my head. My lifer short-tailed came from sitting in a pool in downtown Key West one Feb as one flew over us. We call this fun....!.....? I'm sure you will think I'm an idiot but I'm just being honest.
I could ID this sighting of the Great white Heron, a variant of the Great blue
Despite great birders, no vireo, oh well......
It sure seemed that there was a disproportional ratio of more women then men at the beach, and as I caught myself staring, I decided at a little after twelve to pack it in and head for the airport. I bid "Good luck! to those who stayed behind. They'll going to need it. The bikinis are in a full distraction mode and seeing the vireo is tough enough.
It was a bit satisfying though, my best year was 2013 when in the ABA along with what i was doing by my au naturel big year, I saw 610 species of birds, I have now bested that by one, and it didn't take 4 months. The sky is NOT the limit but despite my somber tone lately I'm on track. I don;t like missing short puts, good pike hits, or free throws either.