Doing a thing and writing about doing a thing differ in so many significant ways that even mentioning the dichotomy seems superfluous. Yet, in realms such as birding, the acts rarely overlap; if you are birding, you’re probably not writing about it, and vice versa.
This brief moment of rumination is meant to explain why we don’t have the best bird of Corey’s weekend. Basically, he’s too busy birding from Colorado to Idaho to write about birding! And on the other end of the spectrum, I may be writing about birding, but that alone doesn’t get me in front of exceptional avifauna. I spent plenty of time outdoors this weekend, but the birds of summer are delightfully dull. The best way to appreciate mundane species is through a new filter. Luckily, my new addiction, Prisma, makes everything look magical, even a narcissistic Northern Cardinal. (Cheers to you, long time reader, if you remember the original photo the image above is based on!)
How about you? What was your best bird of the weekend? Tell us in the comments section about the rarest, loveliest, or most fascinating bird you observed. If you’ve blogged about your weekend experience, you should include a link in your comment.
The rain was savage this weekend and the cold unrelenting. I did manage to pick up my year Yellowhammer on the side of the road while driving to a friend’s to watch the opening ceremony of the Olympics.
I am afraid I spent the weekend getting ready for the first Hurricane of the season, Javier, to hit the southern Baja. I will be back out there later in the week.