I've enjoyed this thread. It brought to mind the car of the woman in Michigan who really got me into birding. Toward the end of her long life she could no longer walk much but would bird from the car. You could tell which car it was from the many "bumps" on the back end, a result of her slamming on the brakes to see a bird and the "non-birder" behind her running into her.
Still learning to see,
On Aug 2, 2012, at 8:35 PM, Roy Zartarian wrote:
> Well, since it was my car that triggered this discussion, I ought to chime
> On a road off the beaten track in an area where an extremely good bird was
> reported there is a car with out of state plates parked. From the outside
> the car looks like it belongs to a normal person. Inside, however, are a
> couple of tattered field guides, a bag of expensive optics, a folded fleece
> vest to serve as a cushion for a telephoto lens, and a somewhat dissolute
> looking individual wearing a dilapidated Tilley hat and holding a pair of
> Elementary, my dear Haynes. Elementary.
> And in advance I'll add my apologies to the serious birders to those
> already expressed by Patti.
> Roy Zartarian
> visiting Connecticut birder
> On Thursday, August 2, 2012, Patti Haynes wrote:
>> My point, from the beginning, was: how did Charlotte know the car that was
>> parked belonged to a birder?!?
>> Was it the blind and scope above the sun roof? Which really is a bird roof.
>> Was it that all the doors and trunk were left open because the birders
>> inside were in such a rush to see the bird?
>> Was it the bumper stickers, including the Cornell Lab? Or the 'Heron'
>> license plate?
>> I apologize to you serious birders that find having a little fun on the
>> list serve when the birding is rather quiet is something that clogs your
>> inbox. Please use your delete button.
>> How will I know your car belongs to a birder when I drive by?!
>> Birding and birders are FUN
>> Patti Haynes, sent from my iPod