Yesterday afternoon I went to look for the warbler as it would be a lifer for me. I found the markers noted in the previous postings and I even found one of it's reported buddy hermit thrushes. But alas the target itself was not found.
As I was walking away I reflected on how birding can be humbling. At one point I had seen a small bird hoping on the ground and put my bins up to study. While staring I slipped on the mud underneath me and hit the deck. It would have made a great video...I was just standing still one moment and the next moment arms and legs flying to try to catch myself. Only my pride was injured. Then a couple minutes later I see another small hopping movement but all I could make out was a big eye. Maybe an Ovenbird! I move to get a better view and re-spot it. It was that wonderful species called rabbit! Oh well, a humbling hour along Boulder Creek on a beautiful spring day is better than many other hours! To heal my wounded psyche I stopped by Mustards Last Stand for an Italian and fries. Ron Bolton Berthoud -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Colorado Birds" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/cobirds/f2838d92-e1f7-4138-a2ea-930e26268d73%40googlegroups.com. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
