Camping & bird counting on the Salty River ... a not-so-hot dip under a starry sky
Because it is the early bird that gets the worm, only an even earlier birdwatcher gets a photo of that bird. Bearing this in mind and recalling that this December is the coldest I have ever experienced in these parts, I asked myself how I could cover this year’s annual Bird Count without having to rise at 5 a.m., drive somewhere in the dark, arrive bleary-eyed at some plaza and stomp around shivering – still in the dark – waiting for things to get underway?