I think I've done it. I ate too much. I was so anxious for spring migration to start. Every free minute has been all about the birding. I've enjoyed it immensely so far, but I had too much -too quick. It's like gorging yourself on your favorite food. No matter how much you like a particular food, you will eventually become full.
Monday was a day off for me. I felt a little burned out, trying to do too much at once. I decided to take a hike to the top of Great Hill in Portland. I brought my binoculars but decided not to try to see anything. If something flew out in front of me-well-then that's a different story. It was a cool ,clear spring morning. Birds were singing, the brook was gurgling, the trees were talking, and I was walking.
I heard a lot of chirping and rustling coming from the forest floor. I glanced over, but kept on walking -right to the top. I sat on a big rock, and just enjoyed the view. I took a few deep breaths and listened to the birds around me. Just birds singing -no species-no list today. Next weekend-I'll be hungry again.