It’s finally over, and what a white-knuckle ride it’s been. While I could easily be talking about 2020, I actually mean that the last of the Christmas Bird Counts are finally in the books. That makes this a bittersweet time for some birders. In my case, there are some very warm, absurdly thick socks mostly reserved for these 12-hour blitzes that I am not likely to need again until next year’s counts. So I get a bit misty as I lay them in the bottom of the drawer - the every-day Smartwools should suffice for normal, non-Christmas Count winter birding, henceforth.
It’s finally over, and what a white-knuckle ride it’s been. While I could easily be talking about 2020, I actually mean that the last of the Christmas Bird Counts are finally in the books. That makes this a bittersweet time for some birders. In my case, there are some very warm, absurdly thick socks mostly reserved for these 12-hour blitzes that I am not likely to need again until next year’s counts. So I get a bit misty as I lay them in the bottom of the drawer - the every-day Smartwools should