Just peeking in
Catching up with e-mail revealed a newspaper article with this second graf:
I like to think of myself more as a virile, sexy birder, the kind of birder who works out and has to beat off bird-loving chicks with a stick. A scotch-swilling, bare-knuckle kind of birder. Sort of a cross between Ernest Hemingway and John James Audobon. In any event, I do find these little creatures endlessly fascinating.How could I not continue reading? And where can I find birders like that?