So it’s my 60th birthday and Ingrid said she’d go birding with me to celebrate . . . but first she wanted to running. So I birded from the deck.
Then Ingrid had to stop for groceries . . . so I continued to bird from the deck.
When she got home she had to shower and put laundry in the washer . . . exasperated I continued to bird from the deck.
Suddenly the doorbell rang . . . Ingrid asked me if I’d see who it is . . . and it was my son who had flown home from California for the day. A few minutes later my step-daughter arrived from Vermont.
What a wonderful surprise . . . and the Great Crested Flycatcher I saw from the deck was nice too.