Went faster when I remembered "kick, scrape, kick, scrape" and quit mashing the pedals. A recent guided bird walk sharpened my eye for smaller birds. This evening's ride included a bluebird, carolina wren and a redheaded woodpecker as well as the usual egrets, herons, osprey and eagles. Right, the usual eagles. It's like living in DC and seeing the Capitol; it happens every day, but it's still cool. The soundtrack was Booker T and The MGs with friends, Lone Star Roadhouse, NYC 16Jan92—quite the party band.
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