For the night is dark, and full of terrors

It's about midnight Friday morning and I've just finished 18 days in a row at work. Now that that's out of the way, I can move onto dedicated Big Day scouting. Immediately. If I can keep myself awake I'll spend the rest of tonight listening for marsh birds, owls, and nightjars. If I can't, I'll pull over and take a nap. We've got a lot of work to do. Our target date range is fast approaching, and while we have some important species pinned down, many others are iffy. The guys up north haven't so much as sniffed a Saw-whet yet. A lot of lingering waterfowl has departed. Inland marshes are on the dry side thanks to a drought. Our schedule is less flexible than we had anticipated. But spirits are still high and there's enough time to give this a really good run if we throw ourselves at it.

On my way out the door...


  1. Atta boy! That's the attitude I like to see. Take no prisoners.


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