For the birds

Only I would have a nightmare about birdwatching. It all started because I was afraid to bring my five-year-old birdwatching with me for fear she would launch a tantrum and cause all of the birds to  migrate. Then, an angry hoard of bird watchers would chase me, binoculars flying. “Now look what you’ve done!” they’d squawk. None of that happened, of course, because my daughter refused to go with me. So I went by myself and did everything wrong – forgot my binoculars and walked, not stalked, through the trails. That’s what you’re supposed to do – stalk. I did spot a bald eagle though, so it was all worth it. With my eyesight, it could have been a seagull. Now I’m writing an article about it for Metro Parent Magazine while that Blondie song “Raptured” dinging in my head, except in my world it’s” “Raptors!”

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s