Birders

birders' paradise

I’m not a birder. But I love birds. I often do things that birders do—without the knowledge, equipment or fervor. Yesterday was such a day, spent at the Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge in New Mexico. The bosque (the woods along the banks of the Rio Grande are called bosque in these parts) was magnificent in its fall colors. The curves and colors of the nearby mountains were a perfect backdrop. The birds were there in large numbers, especially geese. Watching the miles-long, undulating string of geese flying back before sunset was a real thrill. About thirty minutes later, closer to sunset, the sandhill cranes started returning, too. They call to each other in a delightful chorus nothing like the honking of the geese.

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Writer and teacher who benefits from following the principles of writing practice set forth by Natalie Goldberg.
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2 Responses to Birders

  1. Veery says:

    Gorgeous Sandhill Cranes and lovely post!

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