I was again walking on the same paths, or better said, off the beaten track as there are usually no paths or roads along the rivers where I count the waterfowl each year. This year it was raining and I have never been as angry before as last Saturday when two creeks leading into the river were so high at two places that I couldn’t cross them and had to walk around quite a distance. I had walking sticks with me because usually I can jump over both of the creeks with their help but this year they were just another burden to carry along with me. With umbrella in one hand I tried to spot the rare dippers with my binoculars in the other.
Both my adventures happened for a good cause. Most probably I will be walking along the same banks next year again and it will be my tenth year counting the waterfowl then.