We stayed at the Fish Springs bunk-house for the night, and being the light sleeper that I am, I woke up to the singing of Great Horned Owls outside the window just after midnight. The memory of the weekend that is burned as transcendent was when an American Bittern was captured by the sun as its head stuck up through ice crystals that had formed on the surrounding vegetation. It was an unreal display of nature's unwavering beauty.
There were many other incredible moments throughout (contact me for a complete list of species seen) including the infamous great rally at the end and lots of great food, drink, and discussion.
There's something about Fish Springs that is unique and memorable. Hard to articulate, but I think if you go out there you'll see what I mean.
Labels: bird counts, Fish Springs, winter
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Fish Springs is something special. The true "oasis" in the desert. The birds list is quite impressive for the location--and if it got more coverage it would be even more incredible. Part of what makes it special however, is that remoteness--the off the beaten path side of things. I have had some scary mid-winter trips out there, but they have always been memorable.
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