Lifetime sighting indeed. I’m no birder, but was there even such a thing as a Ruby Lipped Batcatcher? I found myself weighed down by bags of gear walking miles of desolate boardwalks. If it was such a big deal, where were the other birders?
“There.” Mark pointed across stagnate pool with his free hand. He only had his beloved Canon and a tripod sitting on his shoulder like a baseball bat.
Ever the faithful wife, I leaned far out in attempt to spot the elusive query. My brain didn’t have time to register surprise when the tripod cracked my skull.
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A little turn to the dark side ;)
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