I don't understand birdwatching.

Maybe when I get to be around 108 and can't hike anymore it will become clear to me. But driving all the way out to Lost Maples just to walk 1/8 of a mile onto the trail and stand there waiting for a bird to appear doesn't appeal to me. Flo and I are all about conquering that hill. Hiking 6.5 miles. Kicking our butts. And for the fellowship... but the thought of standing around with binoculars looking for birds is silly to me and a waste of gas and energy. But that's just me.

So we hiked and i'm tired and now I'm going to a birthday party for one of Punky's friends.


cathryn said...

or maybe when you're eight months pregnant and can't hike anymore... birds might be fun. :)

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