Lately, I’ve had some time to do a little chasing. Sunday, I joined up with James Orrico and James Randall to chase the Mew Gull that was being seen in Brooklyn. We arrived and saw people that had had the bird 5 minutes before in a small group of gulls. We spent three hours at the location, walking up and down the walkway, freezing cold only to retire at the end of the day with nothing to show for it, except a pretty nice group of three Purple Sandpipers that were very tame and provided some great photo ops.
Today, James Orrico and I drove up to Farminton to try to find the Harlequin that had been seen there the previous day. We saw many looking for it, but after two hours of looking decided to stop for a lunch break. Afterwords we continued, joining other birders including Buzz Devine who had just seen it. We missed it, waited around for another hour, a birder from New York caught a quick glimpse and we continued to wait. After 4 and a half long hours of searching we called a break only when the sun disappeared behind the horizon.
The bad luck I’ve run into would only be predictable after the steady streaks of amazing luck I had in the last half of ’09. So is birding (sigh). Before I go back on treatment, my father and I are going to the cape this weekend and stopping for the Sage Thrasher (if it stays) along the way. Hopefully, the luck will turn up and I’ll go into my next treatment with a good birding streak at the beginning. Lets see!