I am really stressed out about global climate change.
Weaver, another great author on global climate change, will be read and picked to pieces, when I get his book (soon enough), but what a comprehensive and exhausting topic global climate change is, so I am calling for my own break.
Michael Jackson died. I really felt bad towards him when he was going through the child abuse case, afterall he did hang his child over a balcony so the press could see his child..talk about bad judgement on his part.
I tried to be fair in my judgements of him but that was hard on him as the landslide of public sentiment threantened to crush him. My finger did wag because of many reasons. I was no fan of his music but marvelled at his dancing and some of the songs he is known for.
I saw the documentary when he went into a store and spent a ton of money on stuff he had no need for and remeber thinking how far out of touch he seemed and how he seemed like a sad person.
The thing about Michael Jackson passing was that with him passed an interesting era for me in which some of life’s big lesson’s for me came home to roost and while he was out shopping I was busy rolling in nature, big time, and have no regrets coyote about that.
Michael Jackson was actually in his prime and a phenomina before my kids, the two oldest now young adults, grew up. For Farrah and Ed, also icons from a period of life I was fond of, but not like Jackson, may they rest in peace!!!!
Yesterday was hot, mosquito filled and we recorded 103 birds and afterwards we were exhausted.
Some of the hilights for me include:
-an early Lasuli Bunting. Seeing the blue, royally so, on the bird stick out on the bird’s back as he sang from the top of the spruce snag along Kirk Hill Trail was royal.
-Seeing Long- billed Curlews, a grassland shorebird, chase long winged Ferruginous Hawks (State of Montana along with other persons, including me, are concerned about this bird.) and Mcowens Longspurs and antelope grazing placidly in the nearby grasslands.
-Watching Golden Eagles fly over the parking lot in the rugged countryside and very cliffy Lewis and Clark Caverns of sothwest Montana.
-Trying to locate a Green-tailed Towhee singing in juniper and sage on a hillside (think rattlesnakes) for about an hour.
-The last hour of birding can only be called power-birding when we were six birds away from 100 birds for the day. Power birding is more for the crowd-under 30.
I was drinking coffee and talking to another birder and I was telling him how I hated competitive birding, I am glad that birder was not in our car for that last hour of birding…I broke many of my own rules about birding competitively.