Another day dogged by fog, the tenth was. Birds remain slow. Weather remains less'n ideal.
“They walked out in the gray light and stood and saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two birders trembling... Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed binoculars with which to sorrow it.”
--Cormac McCarthy, in part
My days on SEFI grow short (for this season) whilst a companion's days grow long--Don Mastwell's 1st island birthday will take place this Sunday night, his 365th spent on the island. This is exciting, no?
Until then, here are some birds:
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| Northern Harriers (and other raptors) frequently fly in from the south (as this one did). Why? No one knows. |
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| This is a Whimbrel. Any questions? |
CURRENT TALLY:
SCI: 89
SEFI: 86
Ughhhhh
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