It seemed like a good idea at the time. Count each species of bird I see this year, and actually venture out to find different species. January 1st I headed out in 20 degree weather and found 17 species of birds in a half hour. Great start. But it was cold, and I mean, cold. Then it only got worse. Since January 1st, I don't think it's been over 10 degrees at all. I love birds but I'm not nuts.
So I've been counting birds that show up to my feeders in my back yard and feeders at work. I'm up to 19 species! So unless a bird flies in front of my car in a suicide attempt, I don't think my list is going to grow very quickly.
I know Spring is coming. I know I'll get out there and start amassing thousands of birds sighted by May. Okay, maybe ten birds. But it's all in the journey isn't it? It's breathing in the fresh air, enjoying the beauty of nature, savoring the moment of that rare sighting. . . .
Forget it. I'm screwed.
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