I am still laboring to fill the pages of this new (temporary I hope) home of BOTB all the while living in the transient state known as Bizzyville. I got home last night from the chilly rain-soaked hills of West Virginia. I head out tomorrow for the human-made mountains and canyons of New York City.
I'll be doing a few media thingys in NYC. If you've got Sirius Satellite Radio, tune in to channel 112 for The Martha Stewart Living Today radio show
on Thursday, May 15 at 2 pm to hear the host, Mario Bosquez, interview me about The Young Birder's Guide
To prepare my brain for The Big Apple, I am meditating on my time in the Appalachians with good birds and good friends. Here's a final visual sampling from The New River Birding Festival
Bucolic farm scene from Glade Creek Road. Event host Geoff Heeter feeds The Wild McCormac breakfast before a field trip. Wild pink azalea growing in swampy woods near Fayetteville. A beaver swamp near Fayetteville where Paul Shaw and I tramped around looking for prothonotary warblers. No prothos, tho. Leaping Canada warbler. This blue-winged warbler sang a perfect golden-winged warbler song. Clearly he's a GWWA trapped inside the body of a BWWA. Father flicker guarding the nest hole. No sign of the sneaky mother flicker. Festival attendee Marcy models the latest in birding rainwear. The birding on the field trip to Muddlety was done in the fog and rain. We saw no camera but we weren't going to litter anyway. In fact, we picked up trash. Red eft loving the rainy weather much more than the birds and birders were. Steve McCarthy, stalwart member of The Whipple Bird Club, and field trip leader at New River put Chet Baker to sleep with his petting.
Labels: birding in WV, Muddlety, New River Birding Festival, NYC, Warblers