Retrospecticus: July 2012
On the 20th of this month, this blog turned five years old. I completely forgot until I sat down to write this retrospecticus, a practice I’ve maintained for the entirety of those five years.
A lot has changed in the time, I’ve gone through several jobs, I’ve had a kid, I’ve taken on the responsibility of managing a blog presence for the American Birding Association, an organization I’ve both praised and criticized these last five years. I suppose that puts me in the old guard of bloggers, as most of my colleagues when I started in 2007 are no longer active. Facebook, which blew up in 2009, stole a lot of that thunder but there’s still a big place for the content producers in this world of mostly content sharers.
Still though, there aren’t as many of us. And even my production, once yeoman-like and consistent, has tapered off with demands from both work and family. Worse, the traffic has followed, ebbing significantly. I would have thought that consistent content would be enough to drag that upwards but Google has changed too, and the ways of the search engine to whom we must all pay homage to are more mysterious to me than ever. I dunno. It’s harder to be a blogger than it looks. But I guess I’ll keep it up. I must get something out of it, after all.
Things I did in July. I went to the mountains, twice. And I went to the sea, twice. For all the miles I put on my car you’d think the birding would have been better. As it is, it’s still July, a difficult month for those still mystified by nocturnal migration (it’s apparently going on like gangbusters right now).
I picked up two state birds this month, which now that I think about it is pretty incredible. The first, King Rail, was not the most exciting sort of encounter, but the second, Roseate Spoonbill, was pretty freaking awesome.
Speaking of pretty freaking awesome, some birders and I got together for some birds and beers. It was a gooooood time.
Anhingas are really cool. Just wanted to share that.
And I got to bird on the blue Ridge Parkway this past weekend, which didn’t offer much in the way of spectacular birding (it’s still early there), but I did get loads of county ticks. So that’s lots of fun.
So wow. Five years down. Guess I’ll keep going.
See you in August!