My kitchen table is strewn with papers covered in these odd ritualistic markings: a circle, some numbers, some wavy lines, some colored blotches. What can it all mean?
It means that at oh-dark-hundred tomorrow morning, when the forecast calls for a balmy -1 F, bundled and binoculared crazies will gather to crawl over stream and under shrub in search of feathered wonders.
Yup. Salida Christmas (Solstice) Bird Count is tomorrow. Get out your woolies and your insulated hot beverage container.