I began birding when I pulled an old copy of Peterson's off a shelf at a used bookstore in Fort Wayne, Indiana. I flipped through the book and noticed that someone (whom I later deduced to be an old woman in Florida) had written the date and location of each sighting next to the bird's picture in the book. "What a cool idea!" I thought. I bought the book, crossed off that old woman's chickenscratches and began watching the skies.
Best Bird of the Weekend (Fourth of April 2017)
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