Witt’s End

It's Not About Stories People Tell, It's About …

We’re currently spending a week + on the east coast, Cape Ann, to be precise. We make this an annual trip to mooch a week of hospitality from our friend Cindy, in return for which we do all the things real tourists do not do–like lots of birding. On our spring visits the hope is that warbler migration will be in full force and we’ll find something special. Okay, they’re all special, however, like ice cream, some flavors are more special than others.

Anyway, this year we visited a new (to us) birding venue, the Ipswich River Wildlife Sanctuary. We started with high hopes of seeing the illusive Ipswich Sparrow, a subspecies of the Savannah Sparrow. Spoiler alert: We did not find it–hard to believe. We (Susan and our friend Cindy) had a great time, nonetheless. We covered only a bit more than a mile and a half of the twelve mile hiking trails and saw twenty species (a bad day birding is still better than your best day at work), and they were friendly birds.

While I had a hard time finding them, Susan had them eating out of her hand.

One thought on “A Bird In The Hand

  1. Linda says:

    Great stories!


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