I always swear I’m not going chasing any more. Then I hear about another local rarity and boom! I’m out the door.
I headed back to Collins Lake this morning in search of the Cackling Goose again, but in spite of the skilled eyes and best efforts of a half-dozen birders, we couldn’t pull anything out from the hordes of Canadas that was small enough.
Third time is not the charm. I will be strong! I won’t go back tomorrow! I swear it!