As I drove into the Marshland’s parking lot, I counted 17 people waiting for the start of my monthly BirdWalk. “Wow, I’m good” I thought. Earlier in the week I predicted that 15 to 18 people would show up. I nailed it. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket. Or take my life savings to Atlantic City or Vegas.
My newly discovered talent for predicting the future didn’t last long. Five additional people joined us. That made for a convivial group but shattered my career as a prognosticator.
It was a beautiful fall morning – lots of sunshine, a slight nip in the air, low humidity. A great day for a walk. We saw a fair number of birds (31 species) but nothing unusual or spectacular. The best sighting was a lone Osprey soaring just 25 feet over our heads. Nice.
All in all, if I can’t reliably predict the future, a nice walk with pleasant people would be my second choice. I’ll take it.
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