Why I haven’t been writing much (and why that will change soon)
Oh man, have I neglected this blog this summer. But I have good reasons for it, and I wanted to throw up a quick post to beg forgiveness and promise that this is only a temporary, albeit much-needed in some ways, hiatus.
First, I’ve moved! This blog is no longer based in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, as my family has up and moved about 40 miles west to Greensboro as of the beginning of this month. That, as you might imagine, has taken a great deal of time and focus.I haven’t even really been able to explore, but that will come.
Also, I’m in school! I’m working on my graduate degree in Science Education in the hopes that one of these museums will finally give me an interview once I have a few letters after my name. So there’s also that.
Third, I’m working pretty much full-time at a nature camp in Durham (yes, I am currently commuting back and forth from Greensboro and yes, it’s looooong) which means I return home every night sweaty and exhausted and brain-dead and needing to focus on…
The ABA stuff, which is all the blogging I have time for these days. So that’s that.
But I did go to Missouri at the beginning of the month and enjoyed a few days among family in the beautiful Ozarks. Here are some photos of birds and stuff.
It may be in its mid-summer molty mess of a plumage but it is still a Scissor-tailed Flycatcher, the one bird of my childhood that miss more than any other. If you ever get tired of looking at Scissor-tailed Flycatchers than you, sir, have lost your soul and should repair yourself to the southern plains post haste. They are phenomenal.
This is a poor photo of a great bird, and a very long-overdue lifer for me. My dad had been promising Cerulean Warbler to me for years if I’d only make it to Missouri in the summer, and I’m loathe to admit that a bit of playback was used to lure this bird in, though not enough to get a good photo as it stayed pretty high in this stream-side Sycamore. Apparently, this is one spot in their range where they’re doing pretty well and they’d already fledged a few chicks by the time I got around to it. It, like the above flycatcher, was a mess. But a good bird is a good bird.
Easily one of the highlights of the trip was this encounter with a North American Mink, which was up the Finley River where my family had paddled to have a hot dog and s’more roast and do some fishing and general naturing. It made hauling my camera in a giant ziploc bag entirely worth it, as every previous encounter I’d had with this little mustelid was a blur of greasy fur bolting away from me. This one seemed legitimately curious and watched me for several minutes before returning to foraging for crayfish in the shallows. It was pretty dang cool.
More to come as things open up for me. I shall return, but things will be a little thin for at least one month more.
I have not forgotten this blog, nor the mountain of potential posts I’ve been writing in my head. Thanks for your patience.