My Big Year in a small town is complete.
I began the morning in a new territory – Tiverton, looking for a Great Horned Owl I got a tip on. Two in fact, but they were not there. It was windy and cold and I don’t blame the Owls for being somewhere else.
It made me think.
Think about why I was chasing these birds. I’m at 219 for the year. 220 is a better number.
Do I care?
Not so much.
I let it go. Drove down to Seapowet Marsh and through a bunch of farmland. I saw beauty and things that made me laugh. I visited with old duck friends in Newport and watch some amazing waves along ocean drive. Every pond, lake and puddle was overflowing – kind of the theme of the day. I knew I had no new birds, but I stopped home for lunch.
Spent the afternoon in Westerly. Drove the Quonnie Sand Trail, although it probably should be renamed the Quonnie Pond Trail for the large bodies of water in the middle of the road. Went to Crandall Preserve to find the trail flooded as well.
My final destination was the Watch Hill Lighthouse, but I ended up swinging by Niantic Pond. My last bird photo today.
A Mourning Dove on a wire. I have probably seen a Mourning Dove every day of my Big Year. I stopped looking at them. Today I looked, really looked.
What a beauty!
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