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September 2012: Retrospecticus

September 28, 2012

Guys, here’s the dirty little secret of unemployment.  I went birding a lot this month.  It doesn’t make me feel any less guilty about it, of course, but the field time definitely ticked up in September.  So much so that this last week, when I’ve been working a school’s out nature camp, I’ve been missing that field time with binoculars strapped around my neck.  The paycheck will sort of make it worthwhile, but I’m realizing how lucky I am that my pastime of choice is one that can be pursued with little monetary outlay.  Can you imagine if I was into golf?  Besides the obvious need to pay out significantly for each outing, this blog would be far less exciting.

Things I wrote about this month include, the wrapping up of the Arizona chronicles, with the mention of a Roadrunner and a side trip to Tucson’s sweet Sweetwater Wetlands.

I picked up a few county birds in the surrounding area, with only the relatively overcast sky making photos and blog posts unlikely.  It started with a Wood Stork in Durham, though, which was a nemesis of sorts.

Warblers are coming through in bunches, some easily identified, and some that required a little bit of thought.

A possible life bird pick up turned out to be a pedestrian bird species in a confusing situation.  But you live and learn.

I picked up a new bird book, the long awaited Hawks in Flight, and lost my oldest birding companion, my ragged hat.

More to come in October because I am still, sadly, out of work.  Onward and upward.

One Comment
  1. September 28, 2012 11:47 am

    It’s been fun to read about them all. Thanks for letting us pencil-pushing lemmings bird vicariously through you and your adventures, especially on weekdays : )

    On an aside, I sympathize with your recent forlorn feeling on clothing expiration. This coming Sunday, I shall wear my old birding shoes on one last trip, and then find some dramatic way with which to send them to the afterlife.

    Perhaps a dose of Smothers Bros. and Donovan will speak to this better than mere, non-musical words, ever can:


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