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For Elect Eyes Only: November 2005
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For Elect Eyes Only. I'm a Calvinist birder. Here is my story. Perseverance of the Sibley -. Tuesday, November 29, 2005. Somewhere in northern Louisiana, there is a tree. It has no leaves. A constant cheeping, screeching, and twittering comes from it. Close by, there is a bush. It is covered with leaves on all but one side- the side I am on. From it always comes a song. Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory. And wingless, I watch. Posted by Lynn at 7:51 AM. To return...
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For Elect Eyes Only: August 2005
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For Elect Eyes Only. I'm a Calvinist birder. Here is my story. Perseverance of the Sibley -. Saturday, August 27, 2005. South to the Border II. Tuesday morning and off to South Padre Island, long enough after spring break to feel safe enough. Other than a flock of Eastern Kingbirds, nothing appeared distinctly enough at 70 mph to exclaim over. A distant white guy with black wingtips could have been a gull or a pelican, for all I knew. I’m not too good with recognizing how they fly. After some post-study ...
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For Elect Eyes Only: January 2006
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For Elect Eyes Only. I'm a Calvinist birder. Here is my story. Perseverance of the Sibley -. Saturday, January 28, 2006. Back to the 'Bend With No Binocs. During another bout of cold/allergies/. That takes my voice away and gives me a cough, I was privileged to go out around the Riverbend Retreat lake in the rain. Note the first time I was there, a vulture patrolled the trees on the bottom side of the circle of life. Posted by Lynn at 5:43 PM. Sunday, January 22, 2006. My sincere apologies for the delay.
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For Elect Eyes Only: September 2005
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For Elect Eyes Only. I'm a Calvinist birder. Here is my story. Perseverance of the Sibley -. Thursday, September 29, 2005. I guess I am respected in the feathered community. In all my years, I have never experienced avian defecation on my person. I cannot say the same for my automobile, but I figure they don't keep track of which cars people drive. They have better things to do. In a tone of heightened emotion, she sputtered, "Have. Ever been pooped on by a non-human creature? Posted by Lynn at 9:29 AM.
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The Chronicles: October 2005
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Wednesday, October 19, 2005. The days have been glorious of late, bringing with them warm sunshine and restorative breezes. Sometimes, their pull is too strong, and I have to respond. I couldn’t find too many birds at first, and I wondered if 90 degrees was still too hot for them. Crickets scampered at my feet, though, and a few butterflies played among the flowers. The bell tower chimed, reminding me of that unnatural thing called time, and I turned back. The woodpecker and the doves detained me for...
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The Chronicles: August 2005
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Saturday, August 27, 2005. Escapades with junior birders. Part of loving something is passing that love down to others. That’s why I’m a birder now, I think. As soon as I came home from school, I introduced my three and four-year-old brothers to the world of birding. They quickly caught on to my enthusiasm. Trips to the library would produce a plethora of bird books in our home, and the boys were always anxious to view the birds I pointed out to them. Nathan and William enjoy one of their many bird books.
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The Chronicles: July 2005
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Thursday, July 28, 2005. The barren land his dwelling. We struggled, gasping for breath. Each step was torture, each breath agony. The windswept slopes were gray and barren. Focusing on each single step, we climbed on. Finally, victory. The Continental Divide. The wind roared as we panted and gazed. Snow-capped peaks, clear alpine lakes, forests, meadows, mountain streams - beauty inconceivable. Posted by Courtney @ 5:38 PM. Monday, July 11, 2005. Now a cardinal rests on the feeder while his mate waits o...
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The Chronicles: April 2005
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Saturday, April 23, 2005. The iron bridge road. I was up early to meet Bolt and Andrew in the Thomas lobby again. First, we went to Shroud and Bev’s apartment where a House Finch chose to lay her nest in their hanging pot. Bolt gently took the pot down and handed it to Andrew. We gazed in wonder while Bolt snapped a few pictures of the nestlings. Then we were off. As we continued walking, the day warmed up. Really, it turned out to be a glorious day the type of day that makes me want to jump and sing...
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The Chronicles: September 2005
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Thursday, September 29, 2005. Today’s cool breeze made the hot, dry summer worthwhile. The students who didn’t pass their summers in Texas surely couldn’t have appreciated today as much as I did. Temperatures dropped to the upper 60s, and we donned long sleeves and sweatshirts. I rollerbladed around the loop and was treated to a wilder symphony than I’d heard in a long time. Mockingbirds and sparrows were especially vocal. Posted by Courtney @ 11:14 AM. Tuesday, September 13, 2005. I stroke a red leaf...
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The Chronicles: May 2005
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Monday, May 30, 2005. Behind the retirement center, I had recently discovered, was a large portion of uncleared land. Cardinals sped over the wildflower-carpeted earth, while chickadees buzzed from inside the forest. I saw a small road, clearly a play place for pickup-truck drivers, and I decided to take it. On the way back through the neighborhood I paused at the soccer fields to watch two shrikes chasing each other. Posted by Courtney @ 7:54 PM. Sunday, May 29, 2005. A series of unfortunate events.
