I’ve been thinking about getting a bumper sticker that says,
“I brake for birds,” … because, I do … a lot.
If I wanted to be really accurate, and if I had enough room,
the bumper sticker would read, “I brake for birds like my grandma brakes for
garage sales,”
I brake so often, for so many different things, that today I
found myself braking for a stick.
In my defense, I thought it might be a snake … so I braked.
It was a stick.
I wind up braking for a lot of sticks.
And that’s okay, because the risk is that I might miss
something truly special.
If I had dismissed what I thought was just an ordinary
vulture yesterday, I would have missed out on seeing a caracara.
If I had ignored the two men standing on the side of the
road a few weeks ago, I would have missed out on the Purple Gallinule and
consequently the Virginia Rail.
If I had shrugged my shoulders at the island in the Wetlands
because I can never seem to get a good picture there, I would not have gotten a
picture today of the Black-crowned Night Heron in flight, red eyes flashing.
I would not have caught the Great Egret swooping past the anhinga
nest.
If I had ignored the Red-winged Blackbird this morning
because it really is about as common as a stick, I would have missed the bright
beauty of its colored wings and its sharp counter-song to the crackling warble
of the grackle.
Assume everything is something.
Assume everything is worth five seconds of your time.
Imagine what you might be missing otherwise.
...and every one is someone!
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