A Hungarian immigrant who speaks several languages, I am a birder (birdwatcher to you laymen), in Los Angeles. I spent years working the weekends in a local emergency room, where I x-rayed rude drunk people, kids who fell off their bikes, and people who have had heart attacks. You will never catch me without my binoculars, a Swiss Army Knife, compass, and a flashlight. When I'm not birding, I write fiction.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Caveat: You should always be wary of any book or magazine with an exclamation mark in the title.
Ah...Tufted Puffins! I have dreamt of doing a pelagic trip to the Farallon Islands for close to 20 years. First, I wanted to see the Great White Sharks.
Didn't see any.
So you get on a boat, and sail under the Golden Gate Bridge.
This gives you an idea of just how huge the bridge is.
Golden Gate Bridge on a foggy San Francisco morning
I was hoping that there would be Common Murres on this trip. I saw one.
Then I saw two (the one on the right is not a Marbled Murrelet: it's a baby Common Murre).