birding

I have forgotten most of the bird songs I knew, but it won’t matter at this time of year. It’s no longer breeding season, so there will be a great deal fewer fancy calls from the males. It’s past the Bird Breakfast Time by now anyway.

But I need to go out, get outside with all the bugs and mud that I love, and the strange little puddles with the migrating shorebirds hanging out in them, resting before the next big push…