I made a lifelong friend in circumstances like that. Going on my
regular walk along a small suburban river full of ducks during the
winter 20 years ago, I saw a woman my own age sort of hunkered behind
some bushes and staring at one of the ducks, a flashy male Hooded
Merganser. As I approached, she glanced at my binos, looked up at me,
pointed at it and demanded, "What the hell is that?!"
On 4/24/2017 6:29 PM, Walter Medwid wrote:
> While enjoying the sun, and bird and peeper calls this afternoon,
> I observed a walker on the bike path along Lake Memphremagog, frozen in her
> tracks. After a minute or so, i heard the reason for her stopping. Loud and
> clear boomed a bittern in full call. The walker remained in place. The
> bittern called again. And a third tme. The walker remained frozen in place.
> Eventually she continued on her walk along the bike path looking over the
> wetland. I had a strong urge to yell...it's a bittern but opted to remain
> silent hoping she would do some research of her own to solve the mystery
> sound. So encouraging to witness a curious mind challenged by a grand sound
> of nature.