Monday, June 18, 2018

My Heart Soared

On Friday, at the commuter lot, I was meeting Mike.  Although he refuses to admit his extensive knowledge and quite often answers people with a humble and simple, "I don't know," he will always be my "Eagle guru".   It all started a few weeks ago, when speaking to Mike, he mentioned that one of his long-time friends was not doing well and was now in a nursing home recovering.  Turning to him, I said, "Don?" to which he replied, "Yes.  Do you know Don?" 

"No, I've never met him. I just know of him.  He's the one who inspired me to observe and journal Eagles the way that I do.  I had read just about everything and anything he wrote.  I decided that if he did it that way, then that's how I'll do it too.  I would love to meet him one day."



This past Friday I did.  With tear-filled eyes...tear-filled not because he's 92 and in a nursing home, but tear-filled out of sheer gratitude.  I was able to thank him face to face for inspiring me.

He began as I did, which I never knew until Friday. He began what is known as HMANA (Hawk Migration Association of North America).  

Connecticut Wildlife July/Aug 2014 - CT.gov

www.ct.gov/deep/lib/deep/wildlife/pdf_files/outreach/connecticut.../cwja14.pdf
Don Hopkins: Keeping Watch Over CT's Bald Eagles. Written by Julie Victoria, ... tive birders, established HMANA as a volunteer, non-profit organization of field ...

While he began hawk watching in MA, I was introduced to it while I lived at the base of the Blue Ridge in Southwest VA thanks to the Bird Club I'd joined. 

His mind is incredibly sharp, citing dates, places, people and experiences and his eyes twinkled with joy as he shared his knowledge and expertise with me.  I found him to be a plethora of information.  When Mike and I left, I can only  hope and pray the smile on his face was also in his heart as he once again talked about "the birds".

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My Heart Soared

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Friday, June 15, 2018

The Hike That Wasn't

Signing up for a hike way back in March that was scheduled for June 2nd, I couldn't wait for it to happen.  Described as "a 5 mile loop hike through remote section of Blue-Blazed Nipmuck Trail in Yale Forest, with some steep sections and two overlooks, " it had my name all over it.  I thought it sounded so adventurous and awaited the day's arrival with great anticipation.  It was just one of many held to support Connecticut Trails Day Weekend Celebration (over 240 events statewide sponsored by CT Forest & Park Association).

Well June 2nd was a few weeks ago and unfortunately Mother Nature literally gave us lots of rain.  The hike was CANCELLED and I was disappointed.  Postponed to the following morning, I prepared myself mentally as I did a few things around the yard, rain and all.


That next morning however, as I dressed in my insect repellent hiking pants, shirt and shoes, the pain in my back just wouldn't stop.  Was it too much heavy lifting while doing yard work in the rain?  Was it that bag of bird seed that I carried from the garage to the metal bin?  Or was it when I began to slip (but caught myself thank goodness!) walking through the muck?    Whatever caused it, "I have to bail," I thought as I texted Bill.  At my age, one wrong step on a slippery slope or rocky ledge could have serious consequences.

A few days later after I went on my own hike.  

 


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The Hike That Wasn't
(Find Your Own Reflections)

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