St. Patrick’s Day weekend teaches us many lessons, more than a few of which concern parades, alcohol, and nationalism as fashion. But this time of year also reminds us that as you stand gazing hopefully at the season ahead, you are still mired in the one that is ending. Transitions, like Irish whisky, can make us moody.
My mood kept me from enjoying the outdoors this weekend, since I can’t stand looking at the snow anymore. At least I could see American Robins. Corey overcame such weakness: his Best Bird of the Weekend was a Great Horned Owl on a nest at a location in Queens he wishes not to disclose. Though seeing an owl on a nest is an awesome experience there can be too much of a good thing for a sought-after species in a vulnerable situation.
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.
I spent the weekend in the Sacramento area, one day spent with Audubon California lobbying our state legislators on bird friendly laws we would like to see passed. Whenever I travel that 175 miles south, I always stop at the Sacramento National WIldlife Refuge and the Wildhorse golf course. This weekend I had the photography blind at the refuge reserved and my favorite bird from the refuge was probably the Blue-winged Teal (post upcoming here at 10000 Birds). However, my best bird of the weekend would have to be the single Burrowing Owl I found at Wildhorse Golf Course.
An extremely tame and photogenic pair of raptors (neither of which I flushed): A Sharp-shinned Hawk and a Barred Owl in my local patch.