With a whole week off on Long Isalnd, I get to indulge in one of my favorite weekend activities: Bad Birding. How it works is like this: I go out and remember only the most rudimentary traits of the bird. Like, "That's a pretty gray and white bird." I then go back to look it up in a book and realize that there are dozens of gray and white birds that look almost exactly the same. I blame my inability to identify the bird on the book and then go out and buy another book. It's fun! Perhaps bringing along Denny, my mom's bird-hunting gordon setter, isn't the best way to spot small feathery things...but again I say, I am all about bad birding!
For great shots of birds in Manhattan, I visit Bruce Yolton's site, Urban Hawks. Coincidentally, I work just a few flights beneath his office...and I still like him even though he laughed at me when I told him my (apparently pathetic) price range for new binoculars.
TOP: Greg and I tracking down the (not very) elusive Great Blue Heron that lives down the block. MIDDLE: Denny and I take a walk. BOTTOM: Jack, of course, appalled by anything requiring movement.