Winter’s bug collector
A few minutes past dawn on a totally overcast, windless, minus-five-degree day, we walked slowly, slightly uphill through a foot of fresh snow, hoping, we both thought probably futilely, to see or hear a bird for the Elizabethtown Christmas Bird Count. We usually found half a dozen species on this long, seasonal driveway, but after taking forty minutes to schlepp up and down the half mile to the house we had found the big zero.
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