Is it better, to paraphrase that ragged old aphorism, to have birded and dipped than never to have birded at all? What if you just don’t see anything special?
I didn’t go after any particular bird this weekend, which is good since I hardly saw any. The woods were quiet, so we focused on geocaching beneath the silent trees with only a single Hairy Woodpecker for company. Corey, on the other hand, pulled a Razorbill in Jones Inlet that gave decent looks but no photographic opportunities. Nice!
What was your best bird of the weekend? Tell us in the comments section about the rarest, loveliest, or most fascinating bird you observed. If you’ve blogged about your weekend experience, you should include a link in your comment.