Written on 5/12/2024 There are times when birding can be miserable. Early May in the desert is unpredictable. Heading into the middle of the month this year, we were still getting hard freezes overnight, and the first week of spring migration did not have high temperatures that were warmer than 55. As I began my outing on May 10th, it was a blustery 40 degrees, and a sharp rain was intermittently falling. “Migration is happening whether I like the weather or not,” I told myself, and I continued to go as hard as I could, pishing every ten feet in a stand of tamarisk that lined the Price River.
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Beautiful writing Carl! I look forward to your column.
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