|My serious "birding" face. Note how focused I am!|
It's important to stay focused and calm. And to help keep me calm, Mom cranks up the radio on a classic rock station. I love classic rock: Led Zeppelin, Eric Clapton, Aerosmith, etc. Anyway, I spotted a little bluebird:
Mom saw me staring right at him. She's starting to understand that I know my birds ... but sometimes she doubts me. For example ...
A few days after I spotted the bluebird, we were out again. I signaled that I saw a birdie! Mom looked quickly and said, "Nah, Mags. It's just a crow." Umm... no. I did this:
|"How could you doubt me, Mom? Look again!!!"|
Seriously. She needs to trust me! Here's what I saw:
|Not a crow.|
|Harlan's Red Tailed Hawk|
Did I mention Mom has never seen a Harlan's Red Tail before? That it was a "first sighting"? That, if not for me, she would have just blown right past it?
|"Who's the expert birder, Mom?"|
"Just a crow." HA roo roo roo. She'll never say that again!