New Year’s Big Day
It was a brisk seven degrees as I stood alone in the darkness on the aptly-named Grim Road. This was my fifth stop along this stretch of road as I tried for Barred Owl, which to this point had not responded to my call.Finally, in the distance, came a faint, “Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you all?” And just like that my fortunes had turned, as I had my first bird of the year. A few...
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