Part II: In Search of the Glossy Ibis

So, when we left off, I may or may not have developed a full-blown birding habit that started innocently enough 20 years ago in Africa but then eventually had me standing on a frigid bridge in Maine looking for a very lost eagle.

That’s how it goes. No one sets out to be a birder; it just sneaks up on you.

And then one day you wake up and find yourself in…