There is plenty to do at Nelsonville, apart from eating and
drinking like potentates. The birding is terrific and apt too: one of the avian
specialties at Nelsonville is the habitat-specialized Nelson’s sharp-tailed
sparrow, a denizen of seaside marshes and grasslands. How many folks have an
uncommon namesake bird hanging out just beyond the margin of the front yard?
While not attending to the birds we indulged in other
diversions. We played horseshoes, in my case for the first time in about five
decades. We managed not to disgrace ourselves, indeed I feel impelled to report
that only one among the foursome achieved as many as three ‘ringers’. Feel free
to guess that I refer to your faithful correspondent. Jan and I managed to hold
our own against the host couple. We played croquet too, but with results less
amenable to providing bragging rights.
Songbirds are frequently darker above, lighter below. The bobolink reverses the
customary pattern, being black below and largely white above. It hangs out in
expanses of grassland and field; any day I see one I count myself lucky. On
this day we had two bright males skirmishing for territorial advantage in prime
habitat.
We always enjoy our sojourns at Nelsonville; the latest stay
was no exception notwithstanding the humiliations that arose in the croquet
battlefield.
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