Tuesday, October 13, 2015

No Jacana, No Cry

I was going to write this post about how I went to the valley and dipped on a Northern Jacana and how it sucks and blah blah blah. Fuck that whiny shit. I went to the valley and saw awesome fucking birds that most of you don't see very often. I wouldn't want to hear someone bitching about dipping on a Grassquit if they got to see Limpkin, Snail Kite, and Antillean Nighthawk. Dipping on birds is part of birding. If you saw everything that you chased, birding would be boring and you'd be an asshole. Or you could just say you saw it and be a stringer, which is exponentially worse. The next time someone complains about dipping on a bird when they see awesome other birds, punch them hard, right in the dick. That goes for me, too. Maybe I'd be into it. Anyways, here are birds that will make you jealous.

No bird is crushed harder and more often in the valley than Common Pauraque. The search for these birds is exhilarating. The crushing that follows is almost cheating.
Plain. Chachalacachachalacachachalacachachalacachachalaca.
Wood Storks are zombies. They walk among us.
Grey Hawk. Gray Hawk. 
I've never seen a Green Kingfisher and been bummed about it. Green Kingfishers are badass.
Buff-bellied Hummingbird
Green Jay. I mean, look at this fucker. You can't hang out with this bird and be pissy about it.
Long-billed Thrasher. When was the last time you saw a Long-billed Thrasher? Too fucking long ago, right?
And, another Gray Hawk. Because it's a fucking Gray Hawk.
So yeah, that's my rant for today. Some of you may have noticed that my posts have become less and less frequent. Some of you may be concerned. Fear not; my lust for looking at birds and showing them to you whilst spewing foul language has not waned. I've just got some other shit I'm working on right now, and it's hard for me to get out more than once a week.