After looking at the website, it seemed like a really fun thing to do. They encourage you to count the birds and keep track of what types you are seeing, then return to their website and record all your info. Then at the end of the weekend you can look at the map and see what types of birds {and how many} people were seeing all over the U.S. and Canada. Sounded pretty cool to us, so we decided to give it a try...
Looking and looking with pencil and paper in mittened hands...not seeing too much of anything...
This was about as close to a bird siting as we had all weekend. We could hear some chirping, so we knew they were somewhere nearby, but they were all in a shy mood. My dad even filled their bird feeder, and all we saw was a tiny little brown bird who stopped by for a quick snack and was soon scared away by some greedy squirrels. Well, we are going to try again one weekend soon {maybe if the weather warms up a tad the birds will be a bit more cheerful}, and while our results won't count for the "Great Backyard Bird Count" hopefully we'll have better luck on our next go round.
Anyway, this is what bird watching turned into:
Running full speed ahead towards an icy, slippery slide.
Great intensity with her approach.
Reaching, reaching.
Hanging on for dear life as she starts to slip backwards.
A tiny smile as she realizes she just can't make it to the top.
Laughing harder now as resisting the backwards slide becomes futile, it was kind of like watching the Olympic event of Skeleton in reverse.
The agony {through her laughter} of defeat.
She tried a few more times, and finally did make it to the top.
The Winter Olympics are inspiring to us all.
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