Twitchers
Crumby always thought twitchers was a semi-amusing substitute for birders. Mercy! Birders is dumb enough. But then, after 20 years of bin toting, Crumby quit. Yes. Recreational birding got too silly even for the presumptive Ovate. So as soon as Crumby matriculated to actual Ovate, he quit birding. Yes. Crumby quit birding unless he got paid to bird. And of course, professional birding is way different than twitching. Because, you know, like you get paid to birdwatch.
However, when an average person like Crumby quits on recreational birding or twitching, he or she may need to phase quit or quit gradually. Like quitting birding may be like quitting tobacco. You may, if you are weak, need Jesus or more likely, gum. The equivalent of gum for a birder desiring to kick the habit may be a tiny binocular. Correct. Many tiny binoculars may be easily concealed. Then, they may be snuck forth,out of pocket, when no one is around. Mercy!
That's right. Little tiny binoculars are especially little. Some are so Liliputian, you may forget you have them, it. And gradually, since it is not much good for seeing birds in the first place, you may eventually abandon the birding hobby altogether. That's how Crumby quit. Not with help from Jesus, but employing a tiny binocular as a crutch.
Crumby's tiny binocular of choice for quitting birding was (is) the Eagle Optics Ranger by Celestron, a 10-28 multi-coated, waterproof gem that is hardly better than nothing for espying Class Aves. Crumby alway says, my Eagle Optic binocular is the next best thing to not having to carry a dang bin. It's totally little and light and you can't see hardly any birds with it. For goodness or Goddess sakes!
But now, in his dotage, and egged on by the daily bird feeder goings on at the CB, Crumby has started fixing to do some recreational birding again. And how fitting is it that the binocular that helped Crumby quit twitching in the first place, is the same binocular that may espy him at recreational birding again. Mercy!
Like just today Crumby slipped his diminutive bin into a jacket pocket. Then off Crumby went, cycling happily along. Suddenly Crumby espied bluebirds. Bluebirds! I better confirm that. Sure enough, with much effort and even a few expletives, Crumby was able to confirm four eastern bluebirds with his tiny bin. Plus, four is Crumby's number.
However, when an average person like Crumby quits on recreational birding or twitching, he or she may need to phase quit or quit gradually. Like quitting birding may be like quitting tobacco. You may, if you are weak, need Jesus or more likely, gum. The equivalent of gum for a birder desiring to kick the habit may be a tiny binocular. Correct. Many tiny binoculars may be easily concealed. Then, they may be snuck forth,out of pocket, when no one is around. Mercy!
That's right. Little tiny binoculars are especially little. Some are so Liliputian, you may forget you have them, it. And gradually, since it is not much good for seeing birds in the first place, you may eventually abandon the birding hobby altogether. That's how Crumby quit. Not with help from Jesus, but employing a tiny binocular as a crutch.
Crumby's tiny binocular of choice for quitting birding was (is) the Eagle Optics Ranger by Celestron, a 10-28 multi-coated, waterproof gem that is hardly better than nothing for espying Class Aves. Crumby alway says, my Eagle Optic binocular is the next best thing to not having to carry a dang bin. It's totally little and light and you can't see hardly any birds with it. For goodness or Goddess sakes!
But now, in his dotage, and egged on by the daily bird feeder goings on at the CB, Crumby has started fixing to do some recreational birding again. And how fitting is it that the binocular that helped Crumby quit twitching in the first place, is the same binocular that may espy him at recreational birding again. Mercy!
Like just today Crumby slipped his diminutive bin into a jacket pocket. Then off Crumby went, cycling happily along. Suddenly Crumby espied bluebirds. Bluebirds! I better confirm that. Sure enough, with much effort and even a few expletives, Crumby was able to confirm four eastern bluebirds with his tiny bin. Plus, four is Crumby's number.
posted by ray pistrum at Tuesday, February 14, 2012
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