We did a little productive chasing this weekend. There was a greater white-fronted goose down Ann Arbor way. So Saturday we made a quick trip hoping to find it. We found the location and the goose pretty easily. Another birder was there, and told us about a Ross’s goose a couple miles away so we scurried over there for another score with a really good bird to get. We also picked up wood duck, common grackle, and a turkey vulture for me.
St. Paddies’ day we went down to the state capital to check out a flock of waxwings I’ve been seeing on my coffee run. We were hoping to find a Bohemian waxwing in the bunch for Lise. No luck on the Bohemian but we did see the pair of peregrine falcons that live downtown. It was kind of cool watching them swoop along the streets, not far above the heads of oblivious pedestrians. Later in the day we had a Carolina wren in the yard, singing his guts out. The count now stands at 97 for me and 95 for Lise.
So water polo has started, and our lives are forever changed. Not necessarily for the good either. Tonight we had table training. Working the scoreboard, keeping game time, doing the shot clock, keeping the game log; all those things that crazed parental fans tear you apart for if you screw up. The best you can hope for is that they don’t violate your grave. It ain’t pretty. Tomorrow night we have food duty. We’re doing tacos for ~50 people, starting with 20 pounds of hamburger. Sitting in our garage right now we have about half a cow, ground up and packed into two 10 pound cylindrical tubes, just waiting to be turned into tacos. It ain’t pretty.
I don’t have any good birding pictures from this weekend’s adventures. Instead here are a couple pictures of Fido the Wonder Lizard, showing us what it takes to be a writer. Slaving away for hours at the keyboard, pouring your guts out. It ain’t pretty.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 