|The Sora. A rare find.|
|Northern Beardless Tyrannulet|
So I went to the art gallery where there was another person selling beautiful artistic quilts from various artists. I asked if she knew anything about birds and she said that "She knew what most people knew about birds." which answered my question. So I left and found several birders in the area. They didn't know so I kept my eyes open until I spotted a birder standing near a group of palms. More on that tomorrow. But here's what happened.
|Yellow Rumped Warbler|
But what turned out to be a dull start ended with a bang and I wanted to share my excitement! On the way back to my car, I stopped at the center and let the lady know that I found them. She was talking to another woman and while they were polite, I could see that they didn't care. And I get that, but what I didn't expect was the mean laugh that followed after I turned my back and left the room. "He's one of those nutty birder people." I have to say that I have a thick skin, but that kind of hurt a bit. When did it happen?
When did I become one of "them"? The adrenaline rush from finding anything in the wild is pure magic. It doesn't matter if it's a deer, wildflower, bird, cactus....it's just a wonderful gift. I let it roll off my shoulders but I'm documenting this to remember that moment so I won't forget. Maybe I am one of "them" but it sure beats sitting inside a room all day waiting for people to visit when the sun is out and about shining. Kharma. It was a good lesson for the day.
Time to fly!