Last night I dreamt I was living in San Diego. I was out birding a famous cemetery there, and found a Bay-breasted Warbler and a Northern Parula, which are pretty sweet birds to be finding anywhere in California. For some reason I couldn't see the Northern Parula very well, and initially thought it was a dull Blue-winged Warbler. It was not until I examined my photos that I figured out that the Blue-winged Warbler was a parula. I will also have you know that the parula was travelling with a Townsend's Warbler.
In a waking reality, I would never in a million years misidentify a Northern Parula for a Blue-winged Warbler, I want to make that clear. I am simply too good of a birder. That said, the purpose of this post is to make it clear to you that I am a RAGING NERD, even when unconscious, and my soaring heights of dorkdom are staggering even to me.
Thank you.
In a waking reality, I would never in a million years misidentify a Northern Parula for a Blue-winged Warbler, I want to make that clear. I am simply too good of a birder. That said, the purpose of this post is to make it clear to you that I am a RAGING NERD, even when unconscious, and my soaring heights of dorkdom are staggering even to me.
Thank you.
If the extent of your RAGE is that you identify birds in your sleep, then it seems you have a better lid on your steam than many of us puny mortals. Well done # 7 birder.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, 2 pun points for "soaring heights" in connection with a dorkdom relating to birds.
-1 pun point for use of "staggering" when male deer were not otherwise mentioned...
It looks like I need to sharpen my punning knife.
DeleteDude, that second paragraph was ENTIRELY superfluous.
ReplyDeleteThis is true.
DeleteAnd we love you all the more for it.
ReplyDelete=) I LOVE that in your dream you actually got to the point of looking at the photo and mentally comparing it to what you thought you saw. wow.
Thank you for professing your deep and abiding nerdosity.
It wasn't a certain cemetery just a wee bit north of a certain national monument in the Pt Loma vicinity, was it? I know that one's a big ol' birding spot.
Anyhow that's about where I'd get my semi-annual (if lucky) hit of hooded warbler on my walk to work. HEAVEN.
That's the one...and I haven't even been there! It looks like it might happen soon though.
DeleteI dream of birds too, several times a week. I'm a bird photographer who apparently eats, sleeps and dreams of them! We aren't odd for dreaming about birds, the rest of the world is for NOT dreaming of them!
ReplyDeleteThis is the first time my camera appeared while I was dream-birding, I didn't realize that until now...not sure what the significance is, but its probably really geeky.
ReplyDeleteA friend of mine once dreamt about a Vermilion X Fork-tailed Flycatcher hybrid. The next day, he got both species of lifers. I am still struggling with the metaphysical ramifications of this.
I've had two dreams of Great Kiskadees recently. The first one actually looked like one but the second one just looked like a Great Crested Flycatcher. Fingers crossed for the southwest.
ReplyDeleteNew spirit bird?
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