Now, usually when I refer to a “birdie weekend” it suggests a Saturday and Sunday of solid birding. However, this weekend, the term took on an entirely new meaning. You see, Michelle and I spent this past weekend in the Florida Everglades with over a hundred members of the Wild Bird Feeding Industry for the organization’s annual meeting. While we weren’t exactly out watching birds, we were certainly talking about them, non-stop, for three whole days – making it a very birdie weekend, indeed!
Michelle and I had a blast meeting new people and catching up with folks we’d already had the pleasure of knowing. Once the meeting came to a close, knowing full well that we couldn’t possibly head home without birding, we took the few hours we had left, and headed straight to the nearest swamp!
On our way to the swamp, I catch my trusted driver, Michelle, with her eyes everywhere BUT the road. Obviously, this isn’t a first.
I don’t know about you, but I have never been with a birder – in a car, on a walk, or at a restaurant – who isn’t constantly looking. Safe? Doubt it. We just can’t help it! And, with roadside birds galore, how can you not look? Out of nowhere, Michelle casually says, “Hello, Mr. Wood Stork.”
Her cool and relaxed remark is followed by a fast and reckless U-turn that made me glad I was wearing my seatbelt. She managed to bring the car to an amazingly silent halt right beside the beautiful, endangered Wood Stork.
This was not the last of Michelle’s fancy driving. There were birds everywhere!
This happened no fewer than five times, before we realized that we needed to make it to the Audubon Corkscrew Swamp Reserve quickly, or we would be left with very little time there.
There were a few more we would have loved to spot, but I suppose we will have to wait until next time…
Until then, happy birding!
Danielle
P.S. Fully aware of my slight anxiety when it comes to alligators, Michelle swore there weren’t any nearby. Toward the end of our adventure, though, she thought it would be swell to point out the “little baby” two feet away from me… Not cool.
Then, with an huge, up-to-no-good smirk, she kindly pointed out he, who was partially responsible for creating the little munchkin above. Few things encourage me to accelerate my birding pace. This, apparently, is one of them! Even more so than the flight we were about to miss…