Saturday, March 14, 2009
I woke and went out Saturday, to join others on a bird walk.
This early morning, straddling both winter and spring, I set out in wool socks and heavy jacket, left hat and mittens behind. And found that what normally is the perfect layering combination for this cooler weather, at our slow pace, soon gave in to shivers and a chill.
Birding is more about the watching—less about the walk.
But from a few well-placed blinds along the trails, we were able to settle in quietly, and watch--the cool morning air, bright and crisp, reaching through the small slits placed at eye- level around the small shelter where we sat.
Beyond the wooden walls, feeders--with all attractions to bring them close enough to view.
One by one they resumed the morning feeding frenzy.
Every so often, turning back to the shelter to watch the fourteen eyes, black binoculars, and camera--