This is flying in nature but actually OT:
Thank you for reading my story.
Now come clean, aren't young ladies known as "birds" over there? Exactly which type of "bird watching" were you actually doing with those big, powerful 10x50s?
I'm not an ornithologist mind you and I have never even played one on TV (that's an advertising joke, sorry).
I do know our state bird, the Cardinal, when I see it. I can pick out the unsociable Blue Jay and the red breasted Robin for they are regular visitors to our several feeders. We see many colored finches and deep bluish hued black birds, the odd crow visits us now and then. The big crows are the only birds that will stand up to the squirrels.
We have set up several Blue Bird houses around our forested areas for those scarce and finicky nesters. Every year we have several hyperactive Ruby Throated hummingbirds in residence through spring and summer. Once in a while we look up to see a common hawk.
Morning doves (ground feeders) hop about the fallen leaves mornings and evenings to peck out the feed we spread for them in the fall. We offer a safe haven during dove season. As these docile creatures mate for life it is truly sad when we see one we recognize settle in for a lonesome feed without their mate.
Last year an old horned owl was caught out in the single night of snow we had. Too cold and stiff next morning to fly and already blind in one eye it was found by our son staggering around our front yard. The bird was staggering not our son.
We caught the poor thing in as humane a fashion as we could think of before the neighbor's cat did so in a less than friendly manner. To quote old "Hookey Nose" Wellington, it was a near run thing.
I have a pair of 7x 35s and a pair of 10x50s myself. Wifey has a pair of...well, she's frowning at me so we'll not get into that.
My adventure in "bird watching":
Once, near the beach house, I trained my heavy marine glasses on a couple of young "birds" frolicking in the surf. One turned round and bared her chest and the other unveiled and twitched her lovely behind. Needless to say my glasses fogged up and were useless for quite some time.
Ever since that singular event I have scoured the seascape to no avail in a hopeful search for another glimpse of the rare and so seldom seen "Bare Breasted Tail Twitcher".
No, the wife does not approve.
That libation of yours sounds a treat. Can you drink more than one without a physician at hand to restart your heart?
"Blessed are they who expect nothing.
For they will not be disappointed." - Edmund Qwenn, "The Trouble with Harry"