It appears that my eyesight is not going to make a complete recovery in time for the height of the spring migration season over the next couple of weeks. Consequently, I am going to focus (ha ha) on depth rather than on breadth this year, and try to learn some new things.
This morning I positioned myself against the bridge railing at Lower Lake so that I could use my elbows to steady my binocs for my one-eyed viewing. I hoped that something more than than the Canada geese, mallards, and rough-winged and barn swallows would show up. Those are all perfectly fine birds, but I wanted to see someone in transit.
Reward! One unmistakable bird flitting around in the not-yet-green underbrush along the stream.
I came home and looked up the map. Do you suppose he was in Guatemala when The Lovely Daughter was there in March? Will he cross Lake Erie tonight, or will he rest a few days first? And will he seek a mate and build a nest in Algonquin Park in Ontario, and spend the summer watching folks paddle by in their canoes, as we so often have?
Kind of makes my day, to wonder about those things.
Image by Terry Sohl, here.
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