"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?" Federico Calboli
Friday, October 28, 2005
Waiting for Condor
Steve and I chuckled over the LA Times article that appeared with this beautiful photograph. The entire piece is centered around a field trip by a group of birders to see condors - which never show up - giving the whole thing sort of a "Waiting for Godot" quality. Generally it does give a pretty good run-down on where to go to see condors here in California, though it does have an error Steve caught - calling The World Center for Birds of Prey the "The Wild Birds of Prey Center in Boise, Idaho." See our earlier snarks on reporters and editors here.
To be fair, there aren't many condors and not that many people get to see them. My son Travis and I were fortunate to see one while hiking near Tehachapi when he was 10 years old. Travis had always been interested in condors and turkey vultures and we had gone over the differences in identifying them in our field guide. His eyes are much sharper than mine, and he spotted it soaring over us right away. It was a proud day for me as a father - he was more excited about seeing that bird than at his first base hit in Little League.
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