Most people think Summer is my favorite season. It is not. Don’t get me wrong I love good weather and the beach, but since I’ve moved to Westerly, I have a new perspective on Summer.
Summer here means people and lots of them. When I started birding it was winter. There was practically no one out at 6:30 am. Sometimes it was dark. But I love the solitude and now when the sun is out at 5 am I crave some solitude.
One of my go-to birding spots is now so crowded – even at 6am it is hard to find a parking spot. Do I need to mention what all those noisy people (mostly fishermen) do to the birds – yup – they fly.
The most productive birding spot – albeit a tough one to get to get to, is basically completely overrun with tourists, if you can even find a place to park.
Although I will continue to bird, between the fishermen, the bugs and the fog, I might not be very successful until September. I will have to satisfied with an occasional find.
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