It’s been a frustrating 10 days or so here, as I recover from a summer cold. I rarely get sick, but when I do, it’s usually epic or at least long-lived. I first got a rapid sore throat last Sunday, and it went from there to my head (sinus, headache), then down into my lungs (cough, congestion), and now back out to my head again. It’s on its last legs, thankfully.
Having had a good run of regular outings through the spring, not having the outlet that birding provides me has been challenging. I’ve always been one to cherish a walk in the woods – even if short – to clear my head and reset my mind. If we have a comparatively quiet evening this week I may dash of to Erna Nixon Park or something, we’ll see.
Lonely Birder 