Oh, man--I went to the Sax-Zim Bog yesterday and it was cosmically wonderful. The weather was warmish--upper 40s I think--and sunny, and birds were really feeling their oats. There were most cooperative Northern Hawk Owls, and I also had a pair of Boreal Chickadees singing. They don't have a whistled song--this was like a softer, more musical and more sustained gargle.
It was hard leaving home this morning--both from the "boy I wish I could stay in Duluth" sense and from the "Holy crap! I have to be at the airport at FIVE A.M.?!" sense.
