4 May 05
Spring Migration
I’m heading east. In a few hours I will take a train over the Creek Running North, get on a different train that goes under the San Francisco Bay to the airport, not quite take off over (but still see) where naming is knowing and on the other side where words are distilled, fly over where Andi Ditched the Raft just yesterday, over the Middle West, over where Cassandra, Lorianne, Rachel, Leslee and Paula pore over their keyboards just as I’m doing now.
The last time I was in Boston during spring migration was in 1996; I have probably forgotten most of the songs (here in California you learn to tell warblers apart by their call notes, not their songs, since here in the Central Valley they mostly aren’t singing much before they get on territory). I have done no preparation for this avalanche of color and song that awaits me. I hope also to see a few migrants other than birds. Blogging opportunities will be sporadic but Numenius will be here…
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As for me, I’m woefully rusty when it comes to birding. These days I go walking but not birding per se: I seldom carry binoculars & see only the big obvious things (or loud obvious things) that accidently cross my path. So going birding someplace like Mount Auburn is going to be a blast from an all-but-forgotten past.
In other words, I can’t wait! :-)