As I get older I have learned to enjoy the process and not always focus on the goal. Every once in a while I get a little surprise while birding and yesterday was one of those days. I was packing up after my “office hours” at the Quonnie Breachway and a couple who were obviously birders (the bins are a dead giveaway) approached me. This was not so unusual, they asked if there was anything good out there (they knew I was a birder – I had bins in a harness on my chest). I reeled off a few birds and they asked my name. I told them.
He said what I have said numerous times when meeting a birder – I’ve read your lists. MY lists.
That makes me feel like I have arrived and least a little.
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