Every once in a while, I find a bird I was not expecting in a place I was not expecting.
It feels like I won the lottery.
What it inspires is a regular visit to that place. I return almost daily to the place where I saw the owl – I have never seen him again, but still I return. The Watch Hill Lighthouse is where I found most of my ducks. I still see ducks there, but it has played out for now.
It is sort of magical thinking. I can conjure the Owl again – or another Owl by behaving in the same way. Make sense right? Wrong.
I suspect this particular magical thinking started with the Ringed Necked Pheasant in Avondale Farm. My neighbor who had been birding here for years had never seen one. Not only did I see him once, I kept seeing him in basically the same place. My psyche extended that principle to other birds. By the way, haven’t seen that bird in over a month. May never see him again.
That is the way it is with birds, and with Jackpots. Once in a lifetime may be all you get.
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