September 24, 2026
Where: my complex and the one next door
When: 6:00 pm
Bird Species: house sparrow, house finch, mourning dove, northern cardinal, gray catbird, tufted titmouse, Carolina chickadee, blue jay, American robin, American crow
Things I Thought About:
- My Achilles is very much extremely fucked again. I am quite disheartened. I am doing the lowest effort of bird walks, but I am hobbling a little.
- Look at that idiot.
- On Would I Lie to You? once James Acaster did an incredible "This is my..." turn about his sworn enemy, a nine year old boy. In the course of telling that story, he describes the boy as "This little man" in tones of such anger and disgust it's comical. An amazing episode all around. A classic.
- That tone is exactly how I am referring to one specific chickadee at the moment. I'm not really angry, but also I will beat his ass.
- I feel like it's been a minute since I walked around my own neighborhood. It's nice. The birds are good, but the pictures are uniformly horrible tonight. I don't mind.
BOTD: house sparrow. There was a big noisy party in a giant shrub; sparrows were flying in with nesting material. It could have been any of the other birds, though. They were all great, but the sparrows were cooperative.
A nice little list tonight. If this is my last walk for a few days, I'm glad I saw all the usual suspects.
