A Funny Birding Story

A few years ago I went searching for the Snowy Owl.  My son, Peter, was going to Stony Brook/Southampton College and would take Dune Road. He spotted the Snowy way out on a duck blind. So out I  went, searching for this beautiful, adult male, and found him. I pulled over and parked where I wasn’t really supposed to, but put a note on my windshield stating I was checking out the Snowy Owl and don’t give me a ticket. I grabbed my binoculars and camera and off I went, on the long trek, and I mean long. 

The trek was through the marsh and bushes, and every few minutes I would look up to see if he was still there and take a picture, even though he was still far away. I was little more than halfway to him when I came upon a mosquito ditch. Great. Do I jump over or step into it and get stuck, die, never to be found. I decided to jump over it and made it safely!  I looked up to see if the owl was still there.  Off he went, east, down along the marsh and had a little flying adventure with a harrier! Great.