We'd finally make our way to Wood Island in search for the Common Loons. Notice Kevin again updating the list as he is an obsessive/compulsive lister which I can totally appreciate! ;-). Note: He'd already be at over 20 when I got to the parking lot a little before 7 so it pays to have OCD every once in a while. HA
Next it would be gate 39 to check for anything of interest and with it being the end of July, there wouldn't be! It was still nice to see though.
A Wild Mountain Thyme. Many local birders may know the owner Bobbye who is an avid birder whose very involved in the Westminster Christmas Bird Count and a dedicated Hawk Watcher.
Well not only does she bird, but she also runs a pick your own blueberry business using organic gardening methods which is another one of my passions so off I went to do some picking!
And this would be the yield of my labor. Seriously if you are in the Central Mass area and looking for something fun to do this week head on up there (see link above for address). I think one of the best things we can do to support the environment is to support local farmers, especially those who think of birds as friends vs. foes. There will also be a blueberry fest this upcoming Sunday with local musicians, crafts and other entertainment if your'e looking for something fun to do this weekend.
I'd head back home after that and start canning the majority of them for blueberry jam which was killer with the hot temps but so worth it as with berry season comes sweating season so I just grin and bear it as much as I can.
And now for probably the most comical part of the day (although I didn't find it funny at first of course). It would all start Saturday evening when I was on beer number two and in a wonderful mood between the endorphin kick of the hike earlier as well as the beer of course. I'd hear my son's friends truck enter the drive way so look out the window and my jaw would drop when I took a look at it.
And this is what I'd see. Of course, I'm fascinated with mud so I'd go out there with my camera for pictures and questions considering none of this crew would be considered the rugged outdoors type which had me even more mystified.
I'd wake up late the next day and run out to my car to make it to Wachusett for 7AM and I'd see this.
I'd get to Wachusett and realize not only was there mud on my car, but on my legs as well as the little buggers drove through the pit with the windows open! Needless to say I'd spend the entire day with my head down while driving, especially at red lights when people couldn't help but to stare.
Take care all.