Quonnie has become my spot. When I see birders in another place in the morning they inevitable ask “Were you at Quonnie this morning?”.
One of my fellow birders, who I met at Quonnie calls it my office hours. I call it my morning routine. I know when the weather turns I won’t be sitting out there, but until it becomes untenable I will be on a fairly regular basis.
I have become part of the landscape – for the birders, but more importantly for the birds.
I have met and become friends with a number of birders at Quonnie. I have met and become friends with a number of birds at Quonnie. This morning I bonded with 300 Laughing Gulls.
There is a trio of Short-Billed Dowitchers that I recognize. The four oystercatchers that hung with me on the point a few weeks ago are still hanging around. I know they will move on before me. It is part of being a birder, saying goodbye to old friends.
It is not goodbye, but until we meet again. I will miss them. I will close with two photos and captions from one of my Quonnie birder friends.
Where’s Barbara?
Who are you? Where’s Barbara
Photo Credit: Ingrid Matthews
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