It was quite the week in American news and politics. If you turn on the television or simply decide to open up the internet, you would immediately think that the world is crumbling all at once. There’s violence, hatred, back and forth shouting, and blowhards on both sides, whatever that means, bickering at each other. There’s love vs hate. Hate vs love. Opinion vs Opinion. Quite simply, things have just gotten completely out of control. So, instead of spending a pleasant evening reading about or listening to people tell me about everything that is bringing a major suck to my life, I decided to go out looking for birds.
Birding! To some people that might sound incredibly nauseating, roaming around, head on a constant swivel, with high-hopes of seeing some kind of interesting flying creature.
Others might bounce immediately from their tattered Lazy-Boy with excitement with just the thought of seeing some type of rare species. I’d say that I’m somewhere in the middle. I like birds. I like wildlife. I like roaming around looking at cool scenery. No, I do not know the birds by their scientific names and I would have no idea if a bird I was looking at was one of the last of its kind on the planet. So I figured why the heck not? Yeah, let’s go birding.
Juuuuuust in case you were wondering, here’s the scientific names for these birds:
Nycticorax nycticorax ???
Okay, back to birding…
So this guy right here above is younger, but when it gets a bit older, its colors will change from brown and white to black, grey, and white.
You guessed it…those long beaks on these Whimbrel’s is so that they can dig deep into the sand to catch little creatures.
The tide was rolling in quick and starting to surround me, so it was time to call it an evening. Thank you to the birds for bringing some peace and beauty to the day. Can I go live with birds?