Through the bushes...




There are bird feeders to raid.
Also from Betty Jo, her daughter with Skylar the newest budding ornithologist in the family. They began taking young Skylar birding beginning at two months old, carefully pointing out each bird. I've known some children of Ornithologists who were mind boggling good birders, with incredible birding eyes and ears and Skylar is getting a great start. It is rather like the children of some Egyptologists who learn to read hieroglyphics by just "being around" before they learn to read their own native language.
Speaking of ornithologists, in from Karen Kolling of the Gonzo Deck, an obituary of a self-taught ornithologist who was remarkably well respected...and gasp--self taught! No Ph.D here, just superior work and perseverance.
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