By Glen Wunderlich
As a lifelong birder, it’s easy to be misunderstood in the outdoors, while in mixed company. Immediately following a blank stare into surrounding nothingness in the middle of an otherwise sane conversation, it goes like this: “Wait! A red-bellied woodpecker!” Response: “Huh? Where? I don’t see anything.”
While the uninitiated remains confused, I’ll concentrate on a distant bird call, ever vigilant for a glimpse of movement. “See. Over there. Looks like a male. Sorry. What were we talking about?”
Just last week it happened again, but at least this time I was alone. Normally we see migratory birds returning to our area the first part of March, give or take a few weeks. But, this familiar call sounded like a belted kingfisher. No, it couldn’t be. It’s way too early. So, I blew it off, thinking to myself maybe I was hearing things and went about my business. Read more