Except, the Barn Owl didn't show, but the baby Ring-necked Pheasants were quite delightful.
We arrived after 11 hours of uneventful driving through New York, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey at the appointed spot on Valleybrook Avenue in the Meadowlands, home of the great Sandy Komito, just in time to see the Pheasants milling about on a grassy lane about 20 yards from the road.
Edna and Michael joined us soon after and we waited Til after sunset but didn't see any Barn Owls.
To Be Continued...
I've been following your blog posts for a while now. I'm only 17 and I recently started birding and I love it! I started July 30th and I'm doing a photographic "big year" sort of thing to get me started. Your posts are truly inspiring! Keep it up! (I'm at 45 birds as of today, met a Red-Bellied Woodpecker the other day).
ReplyDeleteI'm only 52 and am learning as I go. So glad to have inspired you to bird. I am thankful for all those that inspired me. My year is about to get even more exciting with a trip out west, where I hope to add a large handful of birds in California, Arizona, on two pelagics and a trip to Yosemite
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