Well, my experience at Cobbett’s Pond couldn’t have been more different from one of the last posts regarding the booby.
I had to see my elderly father at his retirement home in Providence yesterday (6/20), and thought I’d give the booby a try on my way home.
That apparently was my mistake. Had I stopped in the morning on my south, I’d likely have seen it. In the afternoon, it was a no-show.
Oh well.
But the point of this message is to say that while I waited patiently at the town beach, trying to be as discreet as possible (there were lots of swimmers, and lots of kids, and there I was in my city clothes), the folks who noticed me just couldn’t have been nicer and friendlier. Many knew just what I was doing and were curious about the bird, wanting to know where it came from, and why it was here. Of course I couldn’t answer that, but it was fun to speculate and fun to speak with them.
So, it wasn’t all bad. With the help of a lost and confused booby, I think we gave the people of Windham a very positive avian memory.
Now that she’s given us a thrill, let’s hope she’s winging her way back to the tropics where she belongs.
Robert S. Ridgely
North Sandwich
-Chris gagnon
Hooksett, nh