Life is a jumble right now, between teaching, the regular work mayhem, and Molly’s schedule. Every time I blink a couple days whiz by.
We got in a little birding this past weekend but only got one new species, an orchard oriole. The southward warbler is in full swing but we aren’t hitting it. People report flocks of the little blighters but we only see a couple at a time. Some people seem to attract birds. Wherever they go, things pop up. It helps that they are great birders and can quickly ID flitty little birds in bad light partially hidden behind leaves. Lise and I seem to repel birds. We don’t even see the dozens of quick flashes that are the migrating warblers.
At Schuler’s bookstore I saw “The Warbler Guide” by Tom Stephenson and Scott White. It’s an impressive book. According to the reviews it “enables you to quickly identify any of the 56 species of warblers in the United States and Canada”. This is with “more than 1,000 stunning color photos, extensive species accounts with multiple viewing angles”. The book has pictures of every warbler from the side, underneath, the butt view and 45 degree view. Poses you actually see them in the field. The issue is trying to sift through a six pound book with a thousand pictures to ID something high up in a leafed out tree that’s as active as three-year-old on espresso. Ain’t gonna happen.
We have gotten a little other play time in too. Like a trip to Trippers for some pool and a few senior pictures at a local graffiti spot. Last night we had five girls from the swim team sleep over and shortly we head to a swim tournament. As sands through the hourglass, so goes another warbler migration.
The hustlers.
Too cool.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 