So fellow travelers, the preliminary tally results from last weekend’s birding marathon just came out.
While my final tally of 73 species is not in the top ten on the team list, I felt a little swell of pride seeing my tally listed higher than several teams of seasoned birders. Not a bad showing for my first solo “flight,” given the challenges of being afield without my longtime Birdathon teammate aka Favorite Younger Daughter.
Little did I know how sparsely scattered those tallied sightings would be. Our basic strategy has always been to hit known hotspots as early as possible giving us the option to track unusual sightings at locations in between throughout the day.
Those hot spots were unusually quiet, missing many of the songbirds that pass through during migration season. In most of these spots I would find more memories than birds.
Sterling Nature Center Heron Rookery where Team Loonatics scored our first owl sighting last year.
So I spent a lot of time scouting side trails and second guessing possible back up locations. Some sightings of more common species I probably missed because I could not simultaneously drive and watch along the roadside. There’s where that second pair of eyes has always been a crucial part of our teamwork.
Perhaps more than any individual sighting my most significant discovery on this solo quest was the joy embedded in the process we had laid down in our years as a Mother-Daughter birding team. My fellow Loonatic may have been several thousand miles away yet her spirit echoed in every favorite moment of this solo run.
Hidden in plain sight
One bird’s song gives voice to love
Echoes in my heart
Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.