Kris and Reuven both share my feelings on the life list.
I never gave it much thought over the years and only after talking to some 9 year olds at a banding station and the one's comment, which made me laugh out loud in a good way... "I've seen 247 species of birds in my day. I think that's pretty respectable for a 9 year old." It got myself and Angie thinking. I'm just over 200 species, not remembering the exact number or if I'm missing any, but also not really caring too much either.
I'm not much of a ticker. Sure I would like to see new birds but won't go crazy for it. And it is about the moment, preferring the zen, a peaceful and memorable one.
Funny my Great Gray moment is similar to Reuven's. It was Thanksgiving weekend in 2012. We were invited an opportunity to hopefully see one but with no guarantee of course, up Algonquin way. Four of us left in the wee early hours of the morning, or more like the middle of the night, to be in the park for shortly after 7am. The weather was sketchy the whole way up. And once we hit Huntsville, it was really heavy snow. A bit of searching after we met our friend in the park, we finally spotted the Owl some ways out in a bog. But the snow was so heavy and big, we could barely make the bird out, not to mention it was still rather dark. 10 minutes of wishing and hoping we could get a better view, the snow stopped, the skies opened up and we were blessed with a beautiful landscape of snow covered branches and one Great Gray Owl amongst it.
I have a few great memories of first bird sightings. First Scarlet Tanager was brought out in front of me in High Park thanks to an aggressive Northern Cardinal chasing it. My first Black-billed Cuckoo was Spring migration in the Humber Arboretum, I was all alone and had no one to share it with. Funny he too was being beat on by other birds, this time a pair of Baltimore Orioles. The Cuckoo finally got a time out on an open tree branch just above me.
I can't think of too many not as great lifer moments but I'm sure there are a few in the back of my brain.
So yes to a life list and enjoy it as it grows.
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