Monday, May 23, 2011

Connecticut!!!!!!!


Let's face it people. I've done a lot of bad things in my life. I did not grow up to be the person I thought I would be. I'm not as honest I planned on being. I'm not as good of a person as I should be. Steve from only 5 years ago would be surprised at the Seagull he finds today, and probably not in a good way. I didn't get married at age 27, which my 9-year old self had prophesized. "27. That's a good marrying age", thought young Steve. Well, I'm glad he was wrong about that.

Despite my evil deeds and many shortcomings however, I must be doing something right. There is no other way to explain the male Connecticut Warbler I found today, next to my trailer in western North Dakota.


It is, of course, a life bird. It took me 17 years to see one. They are infamous as being the skulkiest American warbler. They are adept at living unseen. Even where they are supposed to be, people have the worst time finding them. They have been the cause of thousands of ulcers and stress disorders of birders over the years. I couldn't believe I saw it, let alone get pictures of it. Afterwards, I wanted to teleport to the bow of the Titanic, throw my arms in the air, and scream "I'm king of the world!", DiCaprio style. I shit you not. So there must have been some kind of strange magic in the air to explain this bird, which is at its western limit of its normal migratory route.

There are two (2) reasons that could explain how I found this bird. The first is, as you all know, I am the Number 8 birder in all of California. That means I'm really, really good at stuff. Secondly, I must have done something to deserve the blessing of the Connecticut Warbler. I did survive The Rapture, after all. But what could it be? I guess I can only go on living the life of blasphemy and bird wizardy to find out.

Today is my first day of work since September 31 of last year. So long, funemployment!

6 comments:

  1. Perhaps it's a welcome to North Dakota gift, a frequently ignored state which, like all other states, needs love, however stoic it may pretend to be. =)

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  2. Wait: that last sentence. So, all that Mexico bird counting was volunteer?!?

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  3. Congrats on the Connecticut Warbler!

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  4. Thanks dudes and dudettes. I am glowing with glory. BB tis true, I was paid not a peso for my time in Mexico.

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