For years my family has rented a summer place on the coast of
Maine. Six years ago, I walked out onto our summer rental deck
and found Herkimer gazing out at the sea through his binoculars.
I was charmed not only by Herkimer, but also by the tiny bird
perched on his bins (as we in the birder biz casually refer to
binoculars). Moving to Westerly wasn’t on my radar yet, and
forget birding; but Herkimer, he stayed with me.
Five years ago – after a series of events in my life led me to my
forever home in Rhode Island – while on our annual summer
family Maine sojourn, I tracked down the creator of the original
Herkimer and commissioned the artist, Scott Tindall, to craft a
second – one who could gaze out the windows of The View
alongside me. I’m not saying that the Maine Herkimer preordained
my birding fate; but I can say that my Westerly Herkimer and his
little Bins Birdie hold even more meaning for me today.
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